Wayfarer
By Tim Rudolph on "No direction home / but I’m somebody’s someone somewhere"
Homeless poetry
Rats’ Teeth
By Jaz Colibri on "how many times / can a city take / the last things / an old black man has / on this earth?"
Echolocation
By Jaz Colibri on Poetry by Wood Street Community member and houseless trans organizer Jaz Colibri
By the Bus Stop
By Virginia Barett on She sells flores | Flowers by the bus stop | La gente | La basura | Walgreens is always open
One of many
By Douglas Levon Dawkins on "One of Many," a poem by incarcerated writer Douglas Levon Dawkins.
Untitled
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
Poets on Poverty and Persecution
“I walked by Jesus last night./ He was wearing/ a grimy T-shirt/ grease-stained chinos/ and a worn-out/ pair of sneakers/ with a broken lace/ He stood alone/ On Fourth Street/ where it crosses Mission/ And looked at me/ with longing eyes./ His dirty arms/ extended toward me/ in a silent plea.”
Which Road Do We Take
In two weeks/ the amount the world spends/ on weapons to kill/ every man woman and child/ in just two short weeks/ that money would feed/ every soul upon the earth/ no one would ever be/ hungry or in need again/ just two short weeks folks