Blood from a Turnip, by Joesph Patri Brown.

Blood from a Turnip, by Joesph Patri Brown.

Blood from a Turnip, by Joesph Patri Brown. I am sitting by the steel bar door inside this caged cell on a milk crate and talking with the man in the cell next door. It’s around 8 pm and we’re just talking about sports, passing time before I lay it down and sleep for...
New writing from Abdur Rahim Ambrose

New writing from Abdur Rahim Ambrose

We are delighted to publish some new work from Abdur, direct from Parchman Farm: Cellmate Silence The bars hum softly in the night A lullaby of iron and fright I count the cracks along the wall In this small space, I feel so small The world outside, it moves so fast,...
New writing from Abdur Rahim Ambrose

The Sky is on Fire – by Kelvin Jordan

The Sky is on Fire – by Kelvin Jordan The sky caught flame without sound No match was struck No fire was found Yet crescent waves began to rise And crimson burns across the skies. The clouds, once soft Now bleeding red Like whispered warnings overhead A quiet blaze,...
Blood from a Turnip, by Joesph Patri Brown.

‘Visitation Day’ by Justin H Underwood

For nearly 32 years prison has been nothing more than a dividing concrete wall that has separated me from my freedom, from my opportunity to live life wholly and from my family. Year after year I’ve been chained to the reality of walking behind steel bars on...