By D’Angelo Hubbard

Poetry, Arlington County Detention Facility/Heard/OAR writing contest, October 2023

Come live with me and be my love

and we will all pleasures prove

that valleys, groves, hills and fields,

woods, or steepy mountain yields.

And we will sit upon the rocks,

Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,

By shallow rivers to whose falls

Melodious birds sings madrigals.

And I will thee beds of roses

and a thousand fragrant posies,

A cap of flowers, and a kirtle

Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle.

The trees are coming into leaf

like something almost being said

the recent buds relax and spread

their greenness is a kind of grief.

Is it that they are born again

and we grow old?  No, the dictoo

their yearly trick of looking new

is written down in rings of grain.

Yet still the unresting castles thresh

in full grown thickness every May

last year is dead, they seem to say

begin afresh, afresh, afresh.


Sharing our Poetry with Voices Unbarred and The Justice Arts Coalition

We created a little magic with Voices Unbarred and The Justice Arts Coalition! First, allow us to introduce our friends: Voices Unbarred is a nonprofit theater company whose actors were all once incarcerated. Lori Pitts created this amazing nonprofit, and will perform double duty in January as their founder and as the Artistic Director of the Ally Theatre Company. In October and November of 2021, Voices Unbarred actors read and performed at events hosted by The Justice Arts Coalition, run by the amazing Wendy Jason, throughout greater Washington.

We were thrilled when we contacted Lori and she asked us to send some of our favorite poems for the Voices Unbarred actors to read. It was hard to choose among all of the great poetry on our site, and eventually we sent “I Cry“, “Tough Love,” and “Untitled” – all prize winners written by authors from the Alexandria Adult Detention Center and the Arlington County Detention Facility.

Lori was gracious enough to share these photos with us, and we want to share them with you.

On the left, actors perform during the “We Belong Here: Reclaiming Space through Art” event on October 24 at Rhizome DC.

On the right, Lori and four Voices Unbarred actors strike a pose during The Justice Arts Coalition’s “Incarceration and Creation: Art as a Human Need” on November 6 at the Sandy Spring Museum.

This is not the last time you will hear from us working together to help the formerly and currently incarcerated be heard…stay tuned!

The Return

The Return

Bianca Astore Bowman

Second place, Nonfiction, Heard/Arlington County Detention Center, August 2019

Richard paused in the forest to listen. He didn’t think anyone had followed him. But he was growing paranoid. The rustling behind him was probably just the wind through the trees. Though he didn’t feel any wind now. No breeze to dry the sweat accumulating on his forehead.

He had to keep moving. He couldn’t afford to hang around waiting for the fickle wind to start back up. A handwritten note in his jacket pocket was summoning him forward. It had been left at his apartment door, now miles away: “Midnight. Old oak.”

He knew better than to follow its demand. To come back here —toward the old oak of his childhood playground, the old oak he had grown to hate, the old oak where he had last seen his father-terrified him. But his obsessing mind had won out. He had left sure-footed as a cat, but now, he wondered if curiosity wasn’t going to be the downfall of them both.

With the wind still absent, he continued forward. His legs simultaneously alive with energy and unsteady as a sapling in a storm.

The anticipation of what he would find at the oak made him miss the subtle breaking of fallen branches a careful distance behind him. Thoughts of his father’s muffled yell the day he had gone missing overshadowed an equally muffled cough, now a few meters away. Memory of his pre-pubescent legs racing and tumbling, searching in vain for his father, still filled his head as he now came upon the very man he had been looking for ever since.

“Ricky…I only did it to protect you.”

But the sounds of the forest had caught up to Richard and were wrapping a blindfold around his eyes.

His world now buzzing with darkness, he was guided to a sitting position in front of the old oak. The bark clawing its way through his jacket. More noticeable was his pulsing heart, thundering heavily in his head.


“Ricky — I hope you’ve lived the best life possible. I love you more than anything, I didn’t think they would come for you so soon…I thought you had more time.”

The unnatural sounds of the forest now added their voices.

“Your old man’s right, kiddo, he does love you. Talked about you every damn day.”

“But he was wrong to think we still had use for him. We need someone nimble, someone new. And he made us a deal, Ricky.”

“We need to collect our debt, the one your daddy left to you. We need to keep you around awhile. ‘Til it’s come due. Ain’t that right, old man?”

There was a scrambling to Richard’s left. His father’s voice, now farther away, pleaded out to him.

“It’s only a little bit left. I tried to pay it all back, I tried. I know you can do it, son. You won’t be greedy like me. They’ll treat you alright, they won’t hurt you. Just a few jobs. Just a bit of time and we’ll see each other again. I’ll protect you again. It’s been my only job. It’s all I’ve done. You weren’t one of my mistakes.”

His father’s words merged with the sounds of the forest.

Ricky had returned to the old oak. He had found what he was looking for. He had won the game of Hide and Seek.

He had lost the prize.