The Aftermath of Absurdity
By Christi Buchanan It’s Friday and we just came off lock. I’ve had a flaming headache…
By Christi Buchanan It’s Friday and we just came off lock. I’ve had a flaming headache…
by Christi Buchanan (VA)By Michael Wayne Hunter “Lock up! Lock up!” Officer Diaz, a squat, aging man, gratingly bellowed,…
by Michael Wayne Hunter (CA)By Santonio D. Murff A sunny blue sky and a cool summer breeze greeted me as…
by Santonio Murff (TX)By Reginald S. Lewis A cold, blustery wind blew furiously through Graterford maximum-security prison in Collegeville,…
by Reginald Sinclair Lewis (PA)By Michael Wayne Hunter “Hunter,” a guard shoved mail through my cell bars. No one knows…
by Michael Wayne Hunter (CA)by Santonio Murff “Umm . . . excuse me, miss.” I halted the sensuous stride of…
by Santonio Murff (TX)A critique by, and of, Jeff C. “You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things.”…
by Jeff C (WA)By Reginald Sinclair Lewis Among the numerous draconian policies implemented by the Pennsylvania Department of Corrections,…
by Reginald Sinclair Lewis (PA)By Michael Wayne Hunter Just outside my housing unit, walking to dinner, I heard a meaty…
by Michael Wayne Hunter (CA)By Jeff C. I. The Ostrich Approach “Somewhere behind a partition a clock was wheezing as…
by Jeff C (WA)