Writer: Deyon Neal

Training a service dog in prison taught me lessons I never expected. My heart fluttered as I stared through the window at the beautiful strawberry-blonde…

  I watched my friend’s face with skepticism.  No one in their right mind hoped for something so sinister. Yet his steady eyes only stared…

In Michigan we call it selling slum. A symphony of baritones, reverberating air full of testosterone: men in discord. After a certain point, I don’t…

His guidance increased my wisdom and maneuverability exponentially, especially seeing that this was my very first year in prison. I expected to have to fight,…

Prison Dating. From what I’ve learned and conceptualized through desire, I’d say the main way to know is by whether he communicates his responsibility for you,…

Deyon Neal writes about going to prison at nineteen years old and the moment the reality of a thirty-year sentence begins to sink in during…