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