I'm sending you a copy of 1 of my colored pencil drawings from a series I've recently done of elderly prisoners (I'm 77) in their state muumuus... to get the word out about the ridiculous number of elderly prisoners in high-security prisons.by Nancy LariosCalifornia Institution for Women … [Read more...] about Cover Art by Nancy Larios
In Loving Memory of David Johnson: Freedom Fighter and Beloved Comrade
April 7, 1947 - June 7, 2025 On a sunny August Saturday, dozens of movement elders, leaders, and comrades gathered in the Freedom & Movement Center to honor beloved comrade David Johnson. David, known by close friends as “G’iap” in honor of the Vietnamese revolutionary leader, died on June 7, 2025 in Texas. His revolutionary spirit will live on in all of us as we walk in … [Read more...] about In Loving Memory of David Johnson: Freedom Fighter and Beloved Comrade
Letter from David Johnson
From the Archives of Ms. Daphne Muse at the Oasis in the Diaspora. c. 1972. Greetings Comrade Sister, I received your most vibrant missive a few days ago, and I must say it was a pleasant surprise hearing from you. In these most critical of times it provided me with a uplift to my spirits, the enclosure on the Tupamaros was informative. We have been hearing alot about … [Read more...] about Letter from David Johnson
Poem: The Dangerous Few
by Ghostwrite Mike, Valley State Prison How do the dangerous few, earn, the right of return?Turn the page—act our age—work, but not be slaves?Not be slaves…Forever purgatoried, tell yo story, text it through the ether—eitherWe record the history, or they deceive the reader.See, we are praxis, for those who wield powerFor the feel of it. Blessed, if you could deal with … [Read more...] about Poem: The Dangerous Few
Poem: No Longer Oppressed
by Louis R. Baca, Valley State Prison Identify with my captors? NEVER. Stockholm syndrome ain't that clever. DNA strand, tougher than leather. Ancestral roots keeping me tethered. Mentally abused, tarred and feathered. Physically used, scarred and weathered. I rose above it, not completely severed. Elephant recall, that means forever. PTSD, so you know my … [Read more...] about Poem: No Longer Oppressed
