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