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By Michael Wayne Hunter “Hey, Mike,” Golden, an Education Clerk, called. Walking across the soccer field,…
By Michael Wayne Hunter “Hey, Mike,” Golden, an Education Clerk, called. Walking across the soccer field,…
by Michael Wayne Hunter (CA)By Thomas Bartlett Whitaker The following is a true story…. Roughly 300 kilometers north of the…
by Thomas Bartlett Whitaker (TX)By Michael Wayne Hunter “Here they come,” Cliff, my cellie, said. Guards flooded into our housing…
by Michael Wayne Hunter (CA)On the 26th of December, “feministe” left me a post in response to my (apparently) ham-fisted…
by Thomas Bartlett Whitaker (TX)Someone branded me with the scarlet “R” today. In prison, race is the fault line which…
by Thomas Bartlett Whitaker (TX)Through the mail, Michael Wayne Hunter receives Minutes Before Six posts and reader comments. He was…
by Michael Wayne Hunter (CA)by Samir (known by the FDOC as Roderick M. Orme) Part 24 can be seen here…
by Roderick M. Orme (TX)By Michael Wayne Hunter “One day you’ll slip,” Woody shouted at a guard up high, manning…
by Michael Wayne Hunter (CA)(Admin Note: Thomas’ Facebook page has yet again been disabled and deleted by Facebook. At this…
by Thomas Bartlett Whitaker (TX)It is Christmas morning on Death Row in Texas. Thus far, no fat men in red…
by Thomas Bartlett Whitaker (TX)