by Prison Story Project | May 18, 2018 | Writing
When my mother hated me, she’d call the whole family And tell them what I had done this time. She’d call my in-laws and tell them not to let me See my kids. When my mother hated me, she’d disappear. I would walk the streets and knock on every door....
by Prison Story Project | May 18, 2018 | Writing
In the middle of nowhere The river runs through the deep woods The grass is greener than I have ever seen A pond in the middle of five acres Where the horses and dogs drink together Chickens run free in the yard in front of A four bedroom, white house with a large...
by Prison Story Project | May 18, 2018 | Writing
Concrete walls, Concrete floors, Frosted plastic window panels. Half a picnic table against the wall. These walls are white, but if you step into the halls There’s more scenery than you could imagine. At one end of the concrete hall there is a calendar painted....
by Prison Story Project | May 18, 2018 | News
The Prison Story Project has been awarded a grant in the amount of $4,300 to help tour the staged reading of On The Row across the State of Arkansas for high school and adult performances through 2018. Since 1998, Episcopal Evangelism Society has been funding work...
by Prison Story Project | May 18, 2018 | News
We received the following letter from Candace Brown, a 10th grade teacher in southern Taiwan: I’ve got a story for how you are continuing your movement across the world. I was a student at the University of Arkansas when I saw the Prison Story Project perform...
