Michael Wayne Hunter, Author at Minutes Before Six

Poetry By Michael Wayne Hunter

What Time Is It?By Michael Wayne Hunter A tap on my cell door. “What?” Hard Core’s…

In prison the goal is to survive. Many officers enforce the rules differently and arbitrarily, making…

My Love Letter to the StreetsBy Gerardo Esquivel My infatuation goes far beyond emotionI gave you…

Dear Minutes Before SixBy Mark Torres It’s one second before six-thirty. That is bright and early…

Episode Two: Of Cellies, Hacked Toilets, and the Quest for the Elusive Third Option To read…

Battle Fieldby James Williams At the desk is my battlefield,And I have weapons of devastationBomb of…

Feel Me in a Moment of Silence!By Byron W. Waring Feel me,Listen with both eyes and…

Judge Not Until Thee Judge 1st !!(DECODE THE CHEATCODE) Manifestations of the conditions and standards that…

He heard the correctional officers’ steps echoing off the floor and then keys as they jingled…

There were many lines at the camp. The meal lines, the shower lines, the pill lines,…