“I died in 1960 from a prison-sentence and poetry brought me back to LIFE”

When we launched Prison Poetry Workshop we got some push back from conservative pundits angry about our support from the NEA, as well as from some major cultural institutions that felt the support was better directed elsewhere—to things like orchestras.
After an extremely successful first season, we’re now gearing up for another round of sending the powerful voices of prison writers into thousands of homes and prison cells across the country.  Each week we hear from another prison poet hoping we’ll continue our work! We’re offering an amazing Etheridge Knight t-shirt to help rally people around prison poetry.  With your support our 2nd season will be amazing.  Take a listen to a short sample from the series and seeing what we are thinking for year two.
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Please consider supporting Prison Poetry Workshop today.

Thanks, Nick Szuberla and Rend Smith (producers)


Voices from Solitary: “Death Row Diary” of Florida Man Scheduled to Die Tonight


Voices from Solitary: “Death Row Diary” of Florida Man Scheduled to Die Tonight

fl chamberWilliam Van Poyck, 58 years old and on death row at the Florida State Prison in Starke, is scheduled to die at the hands of the state tonight at 7 pm. In 1987 he was convicted of murdering prison guard Fred Griffis in a failed jailbreak attempt. Poyck has spent nearly 26 years on death row in solitary confinement. He has written to his sister about his life in prison, and in recent years she has published his letters to a blog called Death Row Diary.  In these letters, Poyck writes about everything from the novels and history books he is reading and shows he has watched on PBS to the state of the world and his own philosophy of life–punctuated by news of the deaths of those…

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New Poem and Blog by Politikal Prisoner Jalil Muntaqim

Moorbey'z Blog

Winter Wax

Captured in an icebox of racism,
as Winter dissolves into annual
oblivion, I am elated by the
warming of this frigid land.


My only reprieve the Sun peering
through grey clouds dissipating
in the heat of young folks
championing the fight, opposing
the chill and darkness of hate
and exploitation, they the solar
cosmic array imposing climate

Black Lives Matter!!!

Waxing poetically —
Not a chant or slogan —
Rather a desperate scream —
Expressing despair —
In human isolation —
Spiritual confineent —
Disparaging hope —
Desire and passion squelch —
Embracing loneliness —
A cherished companion —
To thwart insanity!?!


Life in a 6′ x 8′ cage musing a
mental exercise in futility, seeking
to share in the void the absence of


March 13, 2015
Jalil Muntaqim
Attica, NY State

Toward a National Coalition for a Changed America


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