Faithful Fools Retreat on the Streets
By Maureen Hartmann on I felt like a fool, like St. Francis of Assisi, who was a fool for Christ, wandering the streets in the Tenderloin
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A Revolutionary Mind
By Kaleeo Acatar on So I’m hearing you won.
Slowly dancing to Blackstones
Beat
Thus selling our streets
to the point where
your even
Three Haikus by Needa Bee
By Anita de Asis Miralle on Politricksters Babylon leadersRule with lies, harm those with lessGet paid for their crimes Homefull Houseless on the streets.But with love
The Harp of Hope
By Claire J. Baker on When we are numbed,shocked clear through by tragedies inour home of homes, may somehow we finda way to keep pluckingthe harp strings
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By Ayat Jalal on Coffins are not carpetedThere not for standingLinoleum is uselessAs the imagined dreams,some believe they’ll be havingThe padding is for comfortto
Selected poems by Julia Vinograd
By Julia Vinograd on On the Street I’m not here, don’t look at me.Don’t scream when your children look at me,do you think bad
Winter Moon
By Claire J. Baker on The moon flowersinto full bloom.We cradle our handsfor mystical light.We have waited yearsfor such a night.Soundlesslysplendor slipsinto cupped handslike a
Amazing
By Claire J. Baker on love remains all after all we go throughtogetheror within our own storyas heaven’s curtain risesjust enoughto offera glimpse of glory.
Summer Learnings
This summer,I learned,That blood is only thicker than waterWhen it’s not mixed with malicious intentionsI learnedThat two of the people
Phoenix in the Tenderloin
By Claire J. Baker on We wish fair flight for anyone rising from hellish ashes there and here.Since we escaped, it’s not surprisingwe wish wide wings
Birds of a Feather (in homage to homeless)
By Claire J. Baker on Some sparrows preferdowntown streets to parksor neighborhood yards. They peck at grit trodden byrich & poor, bankers & poets,professors &