Unlocking Creativity to Transform Lives
Writers in Residence teaches creative writing to youth who are incarcerated to empower their voices and assist in their re-entry into society.
"I learned about Joy"
"It was empowering and a safe space to express myself"
"I like this program because I get to get things off my chest"
"I needed Writers in Residence, I got to put what was on my mind while no one saying nothing"
"I learned how to cope by using creative writing and there's multiple opportunities to go far with it"
"I know what I need to do to be successful mentally"
Facilitate a smooth transition for youth back into their communities.
Meteor’s gliding across space. Catching fire as it keeps going. I would find a pizza shop labeled “space pizza” only for $1 for large, because they get customers every blue moon. I’m having a great time here.
My freshman year. Playing baseball for tiffin Columbian. I had never really played at all that year, just wasnt as talented than some other people at the time. But our coach put me first at bat, top of the order, our very last game. So I remember distinctly I took my friends baseball bat it was a Louisville, and I went up. The pitcher threw a changeup and I just absolutely cranked it into left field, I remember it bounced and hit the fence, and I just kept sprinting. I ended up getting a triple, and playing a lot more after that.
I remember when you got in this fight and I told the other girl she had to go through me before she got to you because you did not do anything wrong to get that and that is why we are Best friends now. I remember that same day, you helped me out when I was having a panic attack and that you had to carry me out of the lunchroom. But on the same day, the other girl started punching you and I tried to get her off you. But A.J got her off you because I could not get her off you but she also punched me too and when she punched us we were just talking to each other and you were talking to M because you liked him and we were just asking him questions and to see if he liked you and he said maybe so yay. Thank you.
me and my homie was at my house when dis girl wanted to come over and she knew i was home and my friend lied to her saying i got locked up.
It was a week after I got out of treatment. White shirt, black pants sitting on a still colored paper. I was only 17, she was 18, eye shadow, in a circular case, black outfit, white socks, brother and a sister, fun times at the house of our mother’s maker, times we’ve not spent in a while. Food cooking on the stove top, coffee in the pot, 1 hour after our eyes open, we leave, disappearing from that place, that place with so many memories, memories we have made forever of the love we share with one another all going back to that Photo of me and my sis all over again. Back in that house, Back in that small room and a twin-sized bed. We share the love for that home back in our heads, Pink wall where her diploma hangs, we look back at that Photo missing all that we had. I couldn’t imagine life being good before that Photo.
Floatin in space space But I think I’m laced got the cops behind me Guess I left a trace Now I’m doing the race Running so fast I skipped first base
Where could the Food be? My stomach’s baren dessert I think I hear food My Parents left me They got it like snakes in sun Why forsaken me Refrigerator What a wonderus comfort It’s my disney land
It was a week after I got out of treatment. White shirt, black pants sitting on a still colored paper. I was only 17, she was 18, eye shadow, in a circular case, black outfit, white socks, brother and a sister, fun times at the house of our mother’s maker, times we’ve not spent in a while. Food cooking on the stove top, coffee in the pot, 1 hour after our eyes open, we leave, disappearing from that place, that place with so many memories, memories we have made forever of the love we share with one another all going back to that Photo of me and my sis all over again. Back in that house, Back in that small room and a twin-sized bed. We share the love for that home back in our heads, Pink wall where her diploma hangs, we look back at that Photo missing all that we had. I couldn’t imagine life being good before that Photo.
1. love to see you down, hate to see you up 2. nothing will come easy to you 3. everything happens for a reason 4. I will be a better son
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