By Jonathan Arce
I’m spellbound by its oval-red center and fragrance. A vanilla, peachy odor pulls me closer. My eyes delve into the intricate follicles woven into tiny pieces. I gently finger the petals carefully as so not to bend any and a fiery love burns my soul.
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“Love That Never Dies”
By Roderick Richardson
So many empty nights, sleeping on bunkbeds, I remain awake watching roaches crawl, in a cell. Tears hiding in my heart. Yearning to see you grow…
By Parnell Smith
It only lasted for a fleeting moment, exhausted and depleted, but in comfort at its end. Days turn to weeks and there is no knowledge of wether or not it was real, would it be remembered in the years to come, was it worth the time.
By Israel Martinez
At first it wasn’t noticeable, forgettable petty events over taking out the trash and coming home too late from being with the boys. But then it began to build up slowly. She became easily distracted during conversations. When a small argument occurred, she blew up like Hiroshima and left me radioactively burned. Now we spend less time together, she had even avoided being intimate. This was slowly spelling out the inevitable and before it did, I had a surprise for her, too.
“Cows in the Pasture”
By Robert Fell
It’s recreation time, better know by us in prison as “Pasture Time.” All our housing units “barns” release at the same time. With all doors open the inmate gather in groups which resemble herds and move toward the rec. gates. Nearly 500 of us crowd in the pasture like cows on a farm. Yelling at one another, like the sound of mooing cows…Tensions have been high lately, with all the gang violence and lockdowns. Today was no exception…