Dear End of Terror,
By Vanessa HuangMay you rest
In peace
This night
Calling poets to a greater role in public life and fostering a national network of socially engaged poets.
By Bonnie NaradzayLunch today for the inmates means white bread
and a slice of baloney. Dinner is more of the same.
The limit now - two meals a day to stay in budget.
By Reginald Dwayne BettsPrison is the sinner’s bouquet, house of shredded & torn
Dear John letters, upended grave of names, moon
Black kiss of a pistol’s flat side, time blueborn
By Judith RocheThey are only boys, though murderers and rapists.
Bad skin is an issue. Candy bars a treat.
Some are fathers. Few have fathers.
By Alison Roh ParkIf it were not so scarred from your accidental
rages—uptown, upstate—I would have rested
on the cinder block of your chest.
By Randall HortonThe gavel
The splintered body
The red-neck guards
By Lita HooperFrederick Lake has been to prison
finished his time
convicted in 1989