prison stories

2020-09-18T07:20:34-04:00Daily Survival|

Dear Drugs

Dear Drugs, I have been free of you only a few weeks and my mind is just clear enough to know I miss you. Every day I remember how I felt when I was yours and I think maybe it was [...]

2020-08-15T12:26:15-04:00Childhood|

My Childhood: A Verbal Fast

I don't remember exactly what I said, but it couldn't have been more than a nanosecond after "fucking bitch" that my face exploded and blood gushed everywhere. We were grocery shopping at C-Town supermarket and I wanted the real 'Fruity Pebbles', [...]

Latinx Prisoners Take Self-Help to a New Level

I've watched countless faces pass through what seems to be a revolving door, leading out, and—all too often—right back into my home. It's rarely difficult to pinpoint who I'll see again by their behaviors while incarcerated. Some choose to believe the narrative that they're little more than animals—as evident by the cages they're locked in—while others cling to a sense of humanity with a vigor that's impossible to overlook, because it makes them a glaring minority in an environment where only ignorance and violence are praised.