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By Michael Wayne Hunter “Hunter,” a guard shoved mail through my cell bars. No one knows…
by Michael Wayne Hunter (CA)
By Michael Wayne Hunter “Hunter,” a guard shoved mail through my cell bars. No one knows…
by Michael Wayne Hunter (CA)
by Santonio Murff “Umm . . . excuse me, miss.” I halted the sensuous stride of…
by Santonio Murff (TX)
A critique by, and of, Jeff C. “You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things.”…
by Jeff C (WA)
By Reginald Sinclair Lewis Among the numerous draconian policies implemented by the Pennsylvania Department of Corrections,…
by Reginald Sinclair Lewis (PA)
By Michael Wayne Hunter Just outside my housing unit, walking to dinner, I heard a meaty…
by Michael Wayne Hunter (CA)
By Jeff C. I. The Ostrich Approach “Somewhere behind a partition a clock was wheezing as…
by Jeff C (WA)
By Michael Wayne Hunter “Hey, Mike,” Golden, an Education Clerk, called. Walking across the soccer field,…
by Michael Wayne Hunter (CA)
By Michael Wayne Hunter “Here they come,” Cliff, my cellie, said. Guards flooded into our housing…
by Michael Wayne Hunter (CA)
Through the mail, Michael Wayne Hunter receives Minutes Before Six posts and reader comments. He was…
by Michael Wayne Hunter (CA)
By Michael Wayne Hunter “One day you’ll slip,” Woody shouted at a guard up high, manning…
by Michael Wayne Hunter (CA)
