Prison is a harvest of depression’s bruised fruits. A man does not share his gloom, lest a cellmate will share back.  Confined for nearly three months in two different prisons in Arizona and California, I listened to no venting. I…

My cell mate, Oliver Howard, has no visitors and expects to die in prison, not believing he will survive his eight-year plea deal. He is charming . . . though hard of hearing. Guards consider him a good fellow, and…

I went to prison after a 100-count trial alleging that six Village Voice Media defendants facilitated prostitution. I was found guilty of a single count of laundering money; i.e., placing assets in a European bank. The verdict is mysterious. FBI…

It is to be a memorable day. As usual, we are waking at 4 a.m., a foolish and dark time of day. After breakfast, a group adjourns to the basketball court. It is my cellie’s 71st birthday, and he is…

The following contains the analysis and opinions of the author. The author does not speak for the Backpage defendants. On Thursday, the Ninth U.S. Circuit Court of Appeals granted journalist Michael Lacey’s release from prison pending the outcome of his…

Within the Barred Bunker We watched our friends grow up together And we saw them as they fell Some of them fell into heaven Some of them fell into hell — “A Rainy Night in Soho,” The Pogues I went…