by Editor | 14/10/25 | Journals
‘Blast’ Today was supposed to be a day of relaxation for me yet it was anything but that. The day started out fine, I awakened this morning to a bright new day; the sun was shining, birds were singing and I could hear and smell my partner in the kitchen...
by Editor | 13/10/25 | Journals
‘What does it mean to live on Death Row?’ – by Lisa Jo Chamberlin Does it mean to live out the remainder of your days as if they are being counted or to prepare for the future that is unknown but counted? Should we pray for just one more day or let...
by Editor | 13/10/25 | Journals
As babies, we chanted the melodies of our heart—–gah, gah, goo, goo; Fearfully and wonderfully made, the hymns of our soul were dedicated to You. For we who are nothing in ourselves are everything in God, Innocent and impoverished in order to be enriched...
by Editor | 07/10/25 | Journals
Poem by Justin Underwood Untitled The world has its’ joy, the sea its’ pearls and the heavens its’ stars, Had the eyes no tears, compassion and grace couldn’t have sprouted from scars. Glorious rays of sunlight are cast upon the blooming...
by Editor | 04/10/25 | Journals
Chronicles from Parchman #15: Moving Day Over his thirty-plus years on death row, writer Joesph Patri Brown has perfected a cleaning ritual that he implements each time he has to move cells. It’s simple but thorough. And it involves fire….. Read, or listen to the...
by Editor | 28/09/25 | Journals
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 While here, the minutes barely pass. My name replaced by numbers cold A...
