Writing from a cell at Sullivan Correctional Facility, I’m part of a renaissance of prison journalism. If prison authorities had their way, no one would be writing from the inside at all.

Thousands of people released from prison in New York go directly to homeless shelters.

Shampoo. Sausages. Prisoners are struggling to afford staples whose prices have swelled beyond their ability to pay.

My friend Twist and I are both incarcerated. But I’m getting a college degree, and he, like most prisoners in recent decades, hasn’t been able to.

Her music makes me feel that I’m still part of the world I left behind.

I'm on the phone in the prison yard talking to the associate director for RAPP (Release...

In 2001, Reginald Dwayne Betts was about five years into a nine-year sentence in a Virginia prison for a carjacking he’d committed at age sixteen. That

In 2001, Reginald Dwayne Betts was about five years into a nine-year sentence in a Virginia prison for a carjacking he’d committed at age sixteen. That

“The New Jim Crow” helped identify the profound harms that mass incarceration inflicts on communities of color. A dozen years later, how much headway have we made?

I’m a writer only because educators were dedicated to my success.

In Corrections in Ink, Keri Blakinger writes about the years of addiction and incarceration she lived through before becoming a reporter.

Gov. Hochul has a rare opportunity to transform the clemency process.

I’ve been locked up in maximum-security prisons for two decades. My time on Rikers Island was worse.

I can’t change what I did even as I feel remorse for it. But I also wonder what would have happened that night if I hadn’t gotten my hands on a gun.

What are conjugal visits really like? Incarcerated journalist John J. Lennon takes Esquire inside one of the last bastions of prisoner intimacy in America: trailers of New York.

A road map for incarcerated people and their allies to have a thriving writing life behind bars—and shared beyond the walls.

On February 10, 2002, in a New York State prison cell, the bestselling author and twice-convicted killer Jack Abbott hanged himself. That same day, the body of the man I murdered washed ashore on a...

The case of Ivié DeMolina, convicted for her part in two murders, raises difficult questions about appropriate punishments for serious crimes.

For years as a journalist, I’ve covered attempts to exonerate incarcerated people. But a letter from Yutico Briley led to a different kind of story.

A revealing Q&A conversation about life after prison — by a journalist still serving time at Sullivan Correctional Facility.

Trying to stay alive in Sing Sing, as the pandemic rages

In the prison yard last summer, I received an ultimatum: pay up or get shivved (again). For what felt like the first time, I chose door number three.

In 2001, at twenty-four, after spending much of my adolescence and young adulthood as a drug dealer, I shot and killed a man on a Brooklyn street. I was

In Corrections in Ink, Keri Blakinger writes about the years of addiction and incarceration she lived through before becoming a reporter.

We all deserve another chance.

In the prison yard last summer, I received an ultimatum: pay up or get shivved (again). For what felt like the first time, I chose door number three.

I should know. I've been there.

As one blockmate after another fell ill, we tried to stay safe and care for one another. It wasn’t always enough.

In Corrections in Ink, Keri Blakinger writes about the years of addiction and incarceration she lived through before becoming a reporter.

For the incarcerated, information about the covid vaccines is even harder to parse with limited access to the media.

For incarcerated people like me, access to communications comes at a steep price.

Although the prison gym is dangerous, John J. Lennon never misses a workout because exercise helps him fight depression.

Why a man serving 28 years to life at the Attica Correctional Facility believes a few simple laws could significantly affect criminal behavior

My friend’s overdose in prison was a reminder of my own life of substance use and its harsh consequences.

When you find yourself thinking about writing an apology to the family of the man you murdered, you tend to make all kinds of excuses.