Last Month, I Almost Killed Myself“Do you have any Blues?” I heard the words as they tumbled out of my mouth. I came to Walmart to buy cleaning supplies, not drugs.Nov 8, 20223Nov 8, 20223
Our Housing Crisis, DividedWe Suffer Different Sides of the Same Coin but Are ObliviousJan 19, 20221Jan 19, 20221
From Prison to American Prison Newspapers Engagement EditorSuccess after prison is increasingly possible. Here is how it became a reality for me.Nov 4, 2021Nov 4, 2021
Dear Justin,Why do I have seven years of reflection where you have nothingness?Mar 28, 20212Mar 28, 20212
The Bathroom PoliceShe called me “he/she/it” from behind a mask, emboldened by the anonymity.Mar 23, 202113Mar 23, 202113
I’m Growing Old. This Was Not the Plan.I wasn’t supposed to grow old. I was always going to die young of a drug overdose or by my own hand. So what’s up with all these wrinkles?Dec 2, 20201Dec 2, 20201
My Shattered Illusions of Justice and FairnessGrowing up white, middle class, with a parent in the military, I believed in the system. I asked to be sent to jail, thinking it would…Jul 11, 20204Jul 11, 20204
If I Were a Person of Color, I’d Still Be in PrisonI’m white. I knew institutional racism was alive and vicious the moment I stepped foot inside the criminal system.May 31, 20201May 31, 20201
12-Step Nation but Many Paths to RecoveryMy name is Morgan and I am not an addict.May 3, 2020May 3, 2020
Rappers in DespairThis poem comprised entirely of the lyrics of rappers whose despair led them to their death.Apr 26, 2020Apr 26, 2020
