By Michael Benson (for the Blanket)
It’s been a long time since I put pen to paper. It’s also been a long time since I was in jail. Both of those things are connected. I wrote because I was in jail and after coming out, I’d no need to be writing. Sure, I wasn’t very good at it and there were others much more eloquent in their prose than I could ever be. I’m not even sure now why I am writing because I’m certainly not naive enough to think that my demonic scribbling will make any difference. But recently I have thought that if I don’t say something, in writing, that my head will explode with anger.