I Somehow Swallowed the Night: Prison Picassos, Big-House Hemingways, and the Prison Creative Arts Project
By Chris Dankovich In a modest hall covered in snow on the main campus of the…
By Chris Dankovich In a modest hall covered in snow on the main campus of the…
by Chris Dankovich (MI)By Denver “What is the opposite of a good lawyer joke? A good joke by a…
by Dennis Vertin (MI)By Chris Dankovich Coming to prison at a young age, holidays still have a bit of…
by Chris Dankovich (MI)Dear Jennifer Wherever You Are, I don’t know if you remember me, or the day…
by Chris Dankovich (MI)By Denver I. In 1897, there was mass chaos down in New Orleans. The wild rowdy…
by Dennis Vertin (MI)By Chris Dankovich A note from the writer: Not everyone who chooses to interact with prisoners…
by Chris Dankovich (MI)By Chris Dankovich The yard was empty, except for maybe one or two other people, as…
by Chris Dankovich (MI)Please make a donation to support Minutes Before Six Okay, so maybe it’s more like “Purgatory’s…
by Chris Dankovich (MI)By Chris Dankovich I met Santa Claus in state prison. Big, round, jolly with a beard…
by Chris Dankovich (MI)By Chris Dankovich “Hey, did you see that kid in the wheelchair today?” “No,” I say.…
by Chris Dankovich (MI)