Welcome friends to our amazing publication, 23.39/40, of writing and art from inside juvenile hall and beyond. This latest issue has our initial writings from our recent workshops inside Sacramento County Juvenile Hall and Sonoma County Juvenile Hall. We are thrilled about our new partnerships and all the potential. Like every issue, there is plenty to read and find inspiration from, if it’s the featured writings, POW writings, Community writings or the BWO, we know you will find something in this issue that speaks to you. All right, allow us to cut to the chase and hand over the keyboard
Continue ReadingMonth: September 2018
Volume 23.39/40
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Continue ReadingWhy?
by King J God if you’re good, why did you put him in a grave? God if you could would his life have been saved? See, I’m mad at God but really I’m mad at myself. I never got to say goodbye or thank you for the help. See you picked me off the streets, told me how you really felt. As a young boy, you took me under your wing, And showed me how the game’s cards are going to be dealt. I hope you’re listening because I appreciate every little thing that you did for me. You’re the
Continue ReadingTo The Youth At All Juvenile Detention Centers
by Noel Rodriguez My names’ Noel Joe Rodriguez and I’m writing this piece and message to you straight from the penitentiary at Calipatria State Prison, where I am currently serving a sixty to life sentence for two murders. Not something to say or be proud of. I don’t even know how to begin or whether I am even worthy of expressing and sharing my past and thoughts with you all. But I write this message with the hope that what I share will help at least one of you to find a better path in life. At this point in your
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Volume 23.37/38
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Continue Reading“Starin’ In The Rearview”
by Michael Carter When I took my first breath in this world, it was while being placed into the arms of a child herself. A drug-addicted and alcoholic Mother at the age of just sixteen and needless to say my Mother was a very reckless sad incapable parent. It took a lot of years for me to be able to look back and begin to truly accept my childhood and learn from it. I would later use my afflictions as normal. It began to feel when the neighbors would call 911 and the police would a show up to whatever run-down
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by Hayden It’s evening now, and other people are having visits with their families. To be honest, I’m really jealous. My family never comes to see me. They live so far away, in Seattle where I grew up. They felt compelled to get rid of me. It’s a pain I have been holding within for my entire life. They preach justice and practice lies and abandonment. I think it’s messed up for the staff to hold visiting hours inside the unit where I have to watch. There is a separate visiting room, so why don’t they use it? The answer is
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Volume 23.35/36
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Continue ReadingI Should Have Been Gone, I Should’ve Passed Away
by Douglas Cabrera Lost too many Too many coffins Too many ashes to count Too many Tried to hide the pain But the pain had to pout Came out In ugly ways I had Ugly days Psychotherapy My brain in a daze I had to Chase The kingdom of Jah And his righteousness Brain back in place My mind in a waste I had Wasted Too many calendars Too many birthdays without a pastor I grew Slowly Slow motion To my destination Detour after detour From sinful infestations I had No patience Just rushing it Like Fast food still too slow
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