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Sag
Spoon Jackson
Sag. How do I hold my temper, keeping my grace, and not become bitter, stuck in this infamous place? I remember even at seven, I dreamed of a better place, in a better race. Stuck… Full Transcript
Struggle To Be
Spoon Jackson
“Struggle To Be.” I don’t want to give loneliness freelance to do its thing, but ultimately, sometimes it happens anyway. So long it has been since my body has been where it wanted to go.… Full Transcript
How Long
Spoon Jackson
I dreamt about you once, when tiny raindrops cascaded across the windowpane. I dreamt about you once, when the snowflakes covered the woodlands and made it too cold to go outside for weeks. I dreamt… Full Transcript
Denied
Spoon Jackson
Denied. This life, a collection of sweet and bitter memories. The dreams are fantasies, made up of forgotten tomorrow that may be played out or remain forever lost, deep within the deception of the mind.… Full Transcript
In A Heavy Way
Spoon Jackson
I do not understand this drought in letters; it’s like a stream in Death Valley. I’ve been writing a lot of poetry. Perhaps they are letters to myself, for loneliness has touched me in every… Full Transcript
The Visitor
Wilbert Sanders
This is Wilbert Sanders, Jazz the Poet, with “The Visitor.” While captured in the world of hard knocks, behind steel doors with electronic locks, fences topped off with razor wire, a living hell without the… Full Transcript
Politically Incorrect
Wilbert Sanders
Hi, this is Wilbert Sanders as Jazz the Poet, with a piece I’ll call “Politically Incorrect,” and I’m from FCI McKean. Lately the so-called United States are heavily divided and tainted with hate. A deadly… Full Transcript
Don’t Get Trapped
Wilbert Sanders
This is Wilbert Sanders, also known as Jazz the Poet with one I called “Don’t Get Trapped.” Since music calms the savage beast, let’s compose a song with lyrics so strong, violence actually comes to… Full Transcript
Crucial Times
Wilbert Sanders
“Crucial Times.” We reside inside a peculiar nation plagued by dark clouds of separation, overloaded from policies and restrictions deliberately causing disarray and confliction. Numerous walls are efficiently erected and showing the privilege remain protected… Full Transcript
Rain Down on Me
Khalfani Malik Khaldun
Hello, this is a poem called “Rain Down on Me” in association with the commentary “A Storm is Coming.” It symbolizes the strength of rain and God’s vastness in purifying the land of evil, racism,… Full Transcript
Beauty in Cell Bars
Spoon Jackson
Beauty in cell bars. We locked ourselves up. Not because of the bars and steel that surrounds us. Not because life doesn’t bend to our every whim. But because of the projections we placed onto… Full Transcript
Go On
Spoon Jackson
My name is Spoon Jackson in that New Folsom Prison. And the title of the poem I’m reading is “Go On.” I cannot go on like this, but I will go on, on and on… Full Transcript
Life
Christian Weaver
The next poem is called “Life.” A skull on a stick, or a corpse in a cage, or a chest of old sweaters and bones, a convict so old, he forgets why he’s here, so… Full Transcript
Prisoner Blues
Christian Weaver
My name’s Christian Weaver. I’m calling from Mountain City, TN, contributing to the Cruel, Not Unusual Enough audiobook, and the name of my poem, the first poem, is “Prison blues.” You don’t know loneliness until… Full Transcript
Our Lives Matter by Rob G. Kelly: A Review
Mumia Abu-Jamal
Rob G. Kelly’s new work of poetry screams from its very cover: “Our Lives Matter!” In an era of the Black youth movement, often termed “Black Lives Matter” by the corporate press and in fact… Full Transcript
Organized Crime
Wilbert Sanders
Hi, this is Wilbert Sanders, as Jazz the Poet, with a piece I call “Organized Crime.” After reviewing the situation of race relations within and out this complex nation, the disenfranchised hold United States guilty… Full Transcript
Misdirections. People wonder why He tends to the plants like He does. Touching them. Them touching him. People wonder why He sits looking at the sky, tending to the birds. The bird sang to Him… Full Transcript