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Articles by Larry N. Stromberg
Watching the Super Bowl From Prison
On Sunday night, the Philadelphia Eagles routed the Kansas City Chiefs 40-22 in the 2025 Super Bowl in New Orleans. Fans flooded Philadelphia’s city center after the win and climbed light poles — a Philadelphia celebration so signature that city workers have greased the poles in an attempt to stop the climbing. Super Bowl celebrations are generally tamer inside prisons, but the NFL championship can still hold deep meaning to incarcerated people.
‘I’m Only Getting a Second Chance if Laws Change’
This story is part of Locked Out, a special series from PJP about voting, politics and democracy behind bars. Click here to read more. Incarcerated since 1996, I’ve learned the hard way that politics controls my life. As a lifer in the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania, a state with notoriously harsh sentencing laws, I will only get a second chance if laws change.
Helping Dying Prisoners Has Taught Me to Be More Compassionate
As I walked by the infirmary, I saw somebody new was in one of the medical cells. The four-bed cells are for inmates who are sick or awaiting a future operation. Each cell has a 55-inch TV for the patients to watch during their time living at the infirmary at State Correctional Institution – Phoenix, about 35 miles outside Philadelphia. The infirmary is a clean and sterile place, and it operates like a typical medical center out in society. Sadly, I’ve seen many men die there.
Prose Poem on Perseverance: ‘Drowning’
It’s a hell of a thing when you can’t breathe anymore. This is how my grandfather must have felt on the day he went under the Delaware River. It feels like I’ve known this man all my life, but I never met him. He died before I was born. Mother told me his story. His vessel capsized and deadly currents dragged him down. Three days later, they pulled my grandfather’s bloated corpse out with only his boxers on.
Prison Poem on Healing: ‘Prison World’
Trapped in the bars of my mind Addiction has feasted on my soul Obsession controlling my thoughts A dark cloud hovers over me I’m searching for the light My prefrontal cortex is on lockdown Welcome to Prison World I gotta break free, plan my escape Release myself from the bondage Riot my emotions Next stop, death row, if I don’t break the chains of oppression Accept rehabilitation and embrace my recovery Learn to forgive all, including myself “Accountability and responsibility” is my motto of...
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