“Just sitting in a cell, you and me”: Sponsoring Writing in a County Jail

Michelle Curry, Tobi Jacobi

Abstract


Entering jail is an assault on the senses. Thick recirculated air feels either drafty or stuffy, never comfortable. The walls protrude with a stark, dingy white, bare of character or care. The smell is sterile, some unidentifiable cleanser stinging the tongue and nostrils. Doors clang shut and open via invisible mechanics. The wall-mounted eye of the panopticon is omnipresent. 


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