spring Feature 2016 // incarcerated writers
"At Duende, we believe that words have the ability to transcend figurative walls of class, race, gender, sexual orientation, as well as literal, concrete ones. The work that we’ve chosen to feature in this issue gives us hope. Hope that feelings of rage, desperation, helplessness, hopelessness, frustration—feelings that perhaps caused these crimes to be committed in the first place—can be channeled into art, creativity, and expression. So, dear reader, please approach these pieces with an open mind, and help us to celebrate that hope."
"They will enter a system that profits from their every hour of misery.
They will feed a system that calls itself 'corrections,' yet outlaws any education beyond a G.E.D."
non-fiction & poetry
"I wait for her to answer the phone and say, 'Hello,' my head hung like a limp flag waiting for the wind."
"Before other women's children called me mom,
We dove and slid over back roads, narrow bridges"
"stiff bed adorned with blanket-itch
and plastic pillow crackling like snow
crust, but each soft in sleep" - The Convict
"I imagine a hug she doesn’t stiffen for.
I pretend she lets me kiss her temple
in the sweet place where forehead bends to braid."
- Chicken Adobo
"Into the cube comes the whiskered face
of a kid with not enough questions
and too much time to ask them."
"It was losing mama that really
put the needle on the record of my blues."- Tour #1