I spoke with the police dispatcher and told her what I had seen. She said the officers were on their way and asked met to meet them. By this time I felt fairly nervous, wondering if I…
A Man, His Dog and the Meaning of Home
There was a man standing outside the gate with us, there for the nightly distribution of food for people around the city who have nothing to eat. This is his story.
A Good Day to Die
I’m in bed, unable to sleep. There’ve been a few sleepless nights in the last two weeks. I’ve noticed something: I am thinking about what it would be like to not wake up tomorrow.
Creating in Remembrance of Trayvon Martin
As I was standing at the entrance eating, a young man in a hoodie approached me asking if I had “a spare 50p.” I looked into his yearning eyes and…
Your Weapon of Mass Creation
Machines support corporations. Men (and women) support families. Which would you rather fight for with your money? Your wallet is your weapon in the….
Gimme What You Got
As I proceeded, I passed a young man – not unlike the man in this photo. He walked with even grace, but both his right arm and right leg stopped at the joint and were extended mechanically.