I went to speak to a high school class of Bronx students, and this is what happened…

The Blood Stained Coat

I went to the police station and sat there waiting for a detective to come out to hear what I had to say and to add to my sexual assault case. I expected to be taken into the usual back room, interviewed by the detective, and then sent on my way.

The Good Employer’s Manifesto

Your heart must earn a living wage.
Your bones must contribute
to the well being of the few.

We cannot afford illness.
It is unprofitable.
Your breath must be privatised
for the good of all.