By Brianna Malotke Sitting quietly on the stone benchThe damp, brisk air had a chillOr was it just in her bones?Goosebumps on her arms andWhispers in the windWaiting for his arrivalShe sat watching the moonlightBounce off of the headstonesThe soft grey markersDotting her view, she waitedThe ticking of her watchThe soft tap-tap-tapOf her heart inContinue reading “Midnight Meeting”
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Letting Go
By Brianna Malotke From this cage of fingersdeeper and darkershe cast his ashescarried off by the wind,dispersed amongst the fallen leaves,clinging to damp greenery.The crisp fall airand recent rainfallmade this moment eerily peaceful.She stayed still.There was no blame,no more arguments or hostile moments.His not so innocent ashesscattered across the gravesof others who had been knockedaroundContinue reading “Letting Go”
Final Resting
By Brianna Malotke The crispness of the airSeeped through the cracksEvery now and then a smallBreeze would stir herAnd awaken her.Darkness enveloped herThe silence no longerScreaming, but welcoming. Days and days had passedSince she had arrived hereAnd been enclosed in these Four walls. The smell of dirt and Fresh cut grassMixed with dying flowersOften waftedContinue reading “Final Resting”
Nightmare
By Melekwe Anthony Black, the shadow that sings. Dizzy and dreamy, I wake up six minutes past midnight to a crackling at my window. Shapeless figures hovering in the moonlight, Humming ‘Birds of Winter Crawl’. I pull the blanket to my freezing abouts. This is not a dream. I know that song. My dead grandmother’sContinue reading “Nightmare”
Not All Poems Rhyme
By Lynne M. Chin PROLOGUE House of painThere was no one to helpThere was no one who would believe itThe previous night’s beating was the last oneThe latest threat was the final oneThe only way to break the cycle THE LAST DAY Phone call from the chief of police Can you get over to theContinue reading “Not All Poems Rhyme”
The Road to USP Big Sandy
By Scott Hayworth That which you recommend is not binding.That to which you object carries no weight.That your guidelines are dreadful is only advisory.That your ranges apply except when they do not. That you do not group will not run concurrent.That your mandatory sentence may not be imposed.That your choices are clear, take that orContinue reading “The Road to USP Big Sandy”
Grasp The Madness
By Devin Farmer A correctional officer’s duty is misconstrued and scorned by those shrouded in ignorance, Continuous torment, mentally and physically, swirled vigorously with a battle of intellect. The madness hidden within, patiently waiting, watching, striking at first insecurity unveiled. Remain vigilant and unpredictable, express empathy not sympathy, portray insensitivity, Obtaining and maintaining these attributesContinue reading “Grasp The Madness”
Another
Another one is gone. A friend, family, a piece of my life and the fabric of the world; gone to where? They are dead before the time. Another one murdered by the party life. What is wrong with us? We give everything just to escape, and have that buzz. Just to feel good, andContinue reading “Another”
Beating Her
I was working at my desk in the morning.When I heard some banging and pounding,from below me. The neighbors were fighting again.But, this was different.This was screaming. It was the sound of punching through flesh.The sound of slapping skinThat sound of hands raised in defense,while a fist plows through to break a nose. Pounding, pounding,Continue reading “Beating Her”
About Poetry Submissions
We accept and love poetry of any style so long as it can be linked to crime in some way. For example, poems about a crime committed on you. Poems about poverty and the affects, poems about escape from the lifestyle, or drugs, or alcohol. Poems about prison. Poems about dark urges. We want truthContinue reading “About Poetry Submissions”
