I sit in a six-sided box, 259 cinder blocks encased to hold me physically captured.
In my isolation, my 2 windows offer 2 different views.
1 for the inside and the cells don’t change, only the occupants face.
And 1 for the outside where the scene doesn’t change, only seasons, night and day.
By JA Herringbones those were on me, my ignorant a** wanted big gold ropes DNA slave mentality 15 handcuffs, 17 add shackles for a Lifetime Airplanes, ankles and wrist pain, swollen rivers my blood thickens in my eye I see George waiting patiently for me, why Soledad Brother? Milk crates full of chains, ominous black…Read More
By PM A Kyrielle poem While doing time, I found Free Minds While doing time, I see I shine While doing time, I learned to write While doing time, my poems got tight While doing time, I think outside While doing time, I’m still inside While doing time, I learned a lot While doing time,…Read More
By MC When I had my appendicitis And my first major surgery You were right there And I felt your compassion, concern, and care When my feet would break out every summer And I couldn’t walk without pain You were right there And I felt your compassion, concern, and care When I had that heart…Read More