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Freedom's a Mirage

In this desert prison under a relentless sun... Freedom's a mirage: the closer I get to it, the farther away it gets.

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My Picture Frame

A picture frame sits stop my locker. My nephew's smiling face greets me every morning, holds vigil while I sleep. His soft features are welcomed contrasts to all of the hard, weary mugs that surround me. My nephew's picture is more than a picture: It's proof that there's goodness and beauty in this often evil and ugly world.

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The Correctional Officer at Home

What does a correctional officer think about  when he goes home at night from work? When he sits down with his wife and kids for dinner does he scream at them to finish only minutes after they begin their meal? When they ask him how his day was, does he tell them how dangerous and scary it was even though he sat on his ass?    Does he walk around shouting in a bullhorn? When his son wants to play cops and robbers, does he say, I've had enough for one day? Or does he drool at the thought of drilling the poor kid on concrete? Does he shine a flashlight in their eyes while they're trying to sleep? When he crawls into bed beside his wife, does he wonder who was there when he was at work? Probably not. Like he tells the inmates: He's got the keys and goes home at night. I'm sure it's great being a correctional officer. 

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What's the Difference? (Poem)

silver bracelets are handcuffs. high society is the rogue gallery. the penthouse is the penitentiary. really? the goose that lays the golden egg is also full of shit.

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Philly Poems by Chad Frank

My second poetry collection, Philly Poems, is available on Amazon. As the title suggests, this book is about the people, places and events in my hometown, Philadelphia. As a template, I used Carl Sandburg's Chicago Poems, which is one of my favorite poetry books.

You can buy a copy of Philly Poems for $11.00 on Amazon.

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Jim's Steaks Burns Down

Last week, in South Philly, Jim's Steaks burned down. This should be considered a national tragedy, as Jim's was a South Philly institution-- my favorite steak place in the city. I have many fond of eating there with friends during trips to South Street as a teenager. Hopefully they rebuild Jim's Steaks by the time I get out of prison in 2033, as that's the first place I plan on eating. I can almost taste one wit'!

Anyone care to share their Jim's memories?

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An Introduction

My name is Chad Frank. I am a poet and writer from Philly. My work has appeared in Bear Creek Review, Coal City Review, Open Minds Quarterly, Transcendent Visions of among other literary magazines. My first poetry collection, Fading Innocence is available on Amazon. The Shamrock Therapy Trilogy of novels is available also.

This blog will mostly be about my poetry and writing with the occasional observation. I hope to grow my social media presence. I look forward to whatever feedback you send my way.