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ISSUE NO. 11

June 2025

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Poetry

‘Rhyme Doin’ Time’

A column for people to express their concerns via the pen!

By

Jeff

Jeff writes from Woodford Correctional Centre in Queensland.

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Our Plight, My Sight: A poem about not being able to access the right reading glasses

I came to gaol ‘cause done the wrong,

Was drinkin’ whiskey ’n smokin’ bongs.

When corner came I did not see,

The turning road, just like a vee.

At speed it rolled to grinding stop,

Atop my head, my glasses not.

Now sit in cell of nought to read,

The glasses gone! Of what I need!

I ask the system, to provide,

For that, my sight be magnified.

I need a choice for me to pick,

But only 4’s will do the trick!

But alas at Woodford, ain’t no claims,

For only 2’s are in the frames.

Maybe time! They’ll see our plight,

To give me 4’s and then my sight.

Our Plight, My Sight: A poem about not being able to access the right reading glasses

I came to gaol ‘cause done the wrong,

Was drinkin’ whiskey ’n smokin’ bongs.

When corner came I did not see,

The turning road, just like a vee.

At speed it rolled to grinding stop,

Atop my head, my glasses not.

Now sit in cell of nought to read,

The glasses gone! Of what I need!

I ask the system, to provide,

For that, my sight be magnified.

I need a choice for me to pick,

But only 4’s will do the trick!

But alas at Woodford, ain’t no claims,

For only 2’s are in the frames.

Maybe time! They’ll see our plight,

To give me 4’s and then my sight.

Falling Like Angels

By Daniel

The pain that I feel, this place that I’m in, these four walls closing in…

Creative

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As This Time Comes to an End

By Punkin

As this time comes to an end, I wonder which way the next will bend. The earth and moon will do their thing, I’ll embrace everything.

Creative

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‘God, I Am Deeply Sorry’: A Poem for the Prisoners We’ve Lost

By Triste

To all the prisoners who have ever spent time away from the ones they love.

Creative

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‘Tingers’ and the Squirrel Box

By Sara

In Creative Learning we get to see some amazing stuff made by talented people. The best part is hearing the stories behind how creative projects have come to life.

Creative

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2 MIN READ