Defending Joe

  “Mommy, Mommy,” Kevon cried, running to her.  Alarmed, Inez reached down and picked him up. “What’s the matter, Baby?” she asked. “Grandma said that Daddy’s in Hell because he killed a man.” “Go and tell Auntie Hilda goodbye while I speak to Grandma.”  She put him down and he ran off. Inez turned to… Read More Defending Joe

Clemency

I stood there, gazing at the city across the bay.  Somewhere in that concrete jungle was the prison where I spent fifteen years before I was granted clemency and released on parole.  It felt good to be standing there in the open, the sun hitting my face and listening to the lapping water.   It felt… Read More Clemency