Poetry By Michael Wayne Hunter
What Time Is It?By Michael Wayne Hunter A tap on my cell door. “What?” Hard Core’s…
by Michael Wayne Hunter
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What Time Is It?By Michael Wayne Hunter A tap on my cell door. “What?” Hard Core’s…
by Michael Wayne Hunter
“Ain’t no punk!” I heard vaguely from the side. Pausing from my duties as the computer…
by Michael Wayne Hunter
From 1984 until 2002, I was housed on San Quentin’s death row before I was sentenced…
by Michael Wayne Hunter
I read with interest “Gratitude” by Cesar Hernandez on Minutes Before Six. In the first paragraph,…
by Michael Wayne Hunter
In 2016, I was housed at Sierra Conservation Center in the California foothills where six days…
by Michael Wayne Hunter
“How old are you?” Matt asked me, as we idly waited in the bright sunshine outside…
by Michael Wayne Hunter
“Hunter,” the counselor called to me as I was packing to leave the Covid housing unit,…
by Michael Wayne Hunter
“Did you know they’re sending LWOPP’s to the dorms?” Reggie, my sixty-year-old buddy, asked me. Although he…
by Michael Wayne Hunter
By Michael Wayne Hunter “Hunter, you tested positive,” stated flatly a guard at my cell door.…
by Michael Wayne Hunter
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