Disguised As A Poem: My Years Teaching at San Quentin
Review Excerpt:
When I think about prison in this country, poetry is not the first word that leaps to mind. This despite the evocative images of their cold grayness, acid fluorescent lighting, and clanging entry gates. This despite the fact that incarcerated people have extraordinary stories to tell.
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