Beale Street Blues

no more empty lots in South of Market San Francisco high rise buildings replaced them & more are coming soon Folsom Street ain’t what it once seemed where have all the outlaws gone

Ode to Market Street

 In honor of Market Street, and the last day of National Poetry Month. I sing a song of Market Street A place where San Franciscans meet your streetcar tracks your newspaper racks you’re roar of the four you’re south of the slot your brick sidewalks your MUNI stops you’re often discussed in tones of disgust…

The Unreachable City as Seen in a Dream

Poem after reading back through headlines from Hoodline and 48 Hills  over these past weeks this summer of 2016.Humor gets me through a lot these days.  Recap of last 3 month’s worth news: every place closing that we used to know new places look ugly and just built for show with all of our heads…