My mother peered out the window of the airplane, surveying the California coastline many thousands of feet below her. Commanding her view of the airscape was a single, billowing, plume
Matthew Hahn
June 10, 2017
My mother peered out the window of the airplane, surveying the California coastline many thousands of feet below her. Commanding her view of the airscape was a single, billowing, plume
I used to be a vegetable smuggler. It’s not how I got to prison, but it’s what I did once I was there. I wasn’t alone. The men with whom
I’d heard about the Sword & Scale podcast through word-of-mouth and started listening sometime last spring. It only took a couple of months to blast through each episode, listening to many
I had the pleasure of speaking with Dayna Keyes, host of the podcast Radio Rehab. In this series of podcasts, I talk about 12-step recovery in prison, my more embarrassing
I had the privilege of talking about Hahnscratch with Jeff Humfeld at Jaws Of Justice Radio, on 90.1 FM KKFI Kansas City. Jaws Of Justice is also available as a
Today, April 23rd, is my sobriety date. Twelve years ago yesterday, I got loaded for the last time. Here is that story. I’d decided that there was no sense in
Some people have a moment of desperation followed by spiritual revelation. Some people have near death experiences and see their lives flash before their eyes. I had neither of those.
The video promoting racial integration started playing on Folsom’s internal television network sometime in early 2008. It depicted interviews with prisoners of different races who, presumably, had been at a
This represents the second in a series of periodic posts in which I explain some facet of the prison system which may be helpful in understanding my stories and, as a
I was about halfway through my evening jog when I saw Skinheads congregating in the corner of the yard. About ten in number, they huddled in right field’s foul territory
This represents the first in a series of periodic posts in which I explain some facet of the prison system which may be helpful in understanding my stories and, as
This was written in October 2009 while living in a minimum security fire camp in Southern California. My grandfather passed away a few weeks ago and I recently received a
Mike was sentenced to fifty years to life for stealing $200 from a convenience store. Mike was a Jehovah’s witness. Mike was my cellee. And Mike was sick. When I
We were never able to smuggle enough vegetables for entire meals. We smuggled in morsels. We smuggled in happiness. We smuggled in the rekindling of long-lost memories.