by Prison Story Project | Aug 28, 2020 | Writing
Strange fruit is what a southern slave once considered it to be… The description of a negro hanging and dangling from a sycamore tree. Justice is what many labelled it to be, A spirited tradition that thousands came out to witness and see; The barbaric killing...
by Prison Story Project | Aug 28, 2020 | Writing
Let the first breath be taken, A gift the still-born knows not. Many troubles will surely follow it. In the end would it all have been worth it, or not? Let it be drawn with an understanding, A second or third breath was never promised. Those fortunate to claim it,...
by Prison Story Project | Jan 12, 2019 | Writing
I Was Trying To Describe You…(compilation of responses about lovers based on a prompt give to women incarcerated at Northwest Arkansas Community Correction Center) “I was trying to describe you to someone recently… How it felt to be with a man like...
by Prison Story Project | Jan 12, 2019 | Writing
These writings were from eight women incarcerated at NWACC in 2016. The prison does not allow us to use their real names. They chose the following pseudonyms: “Jake”, “Sunnie”, “Tink”, “Hope Cobain”,...
by Prison Story Project | Jan 12, 2019 | Writing
Twenty men at RLWCC participated in a two-day storytelling/creative writing intensive in 2016. The prison would not allow us to publish their names They Say you Can’t They say you can’t be who you really are. You have to leave that at the door. They want...
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....
