A red house contains the words "Point In Time Count" with a family silhouetted within the letter "O"

By Darnell Boyd

The homeless population has grown to 9,800 people — how did this happen?

I’ll tell you how: Our elected officials feel as though the homelessness problem is too great for them. My answer to them is, if so, then you should resign and let someone else who can fix it have your job. Quit catering to the special interest groups, pull up your sleeves and get to work.


Compton’s Transgender Cultural District

A fist rises up next to street signs for Turk and Taylor, with a flame in the background. Text reads "Compton's Transgender Cultural District"

by Tee Hoatson

Compton’s Cafeteria Riot has come a long way from hiding in a newspaper clipping in the Gay and Lesbian Historical Archives, waiting to be discovered by trans historian Susan Stryker. Now that this monumental piece of trans history is out of the closet, it’s no surprise that TLGBQ communities have organized around it. By now, you’ve probably heard of Compton’s Transgender District,


Fentanyl On The Streets in the Tenderloin

by Roadkill and Tee Hoatson

Every year, thousands of people die from opioid overdoses. Fentanyl, however, seems to have a particularly shocking effect. In 2017, 59% of opioid-related deaths involved fentanyl compared to 14.3% in 2010.  And this phenomenon isn’t just national, it’s happening here. In 2018, San Francisco had 57 officially recorded fentanyl-related deaths. This is a staggering number—in perspective, that is more than one death each week.

Pharmaceutical fentanyl was created in a lab by Janssen Pharmaceutica back in 1959.


Fighting for Fatherhood

Selfie of a man in a white shirt in a room with bright curtains and wood cabinets in the background.

by Michael Brown

I came to the city in 2007 because I have two boys. I was driving trucks countrywide for work. So I came to the city to be around the kids, they needed someone stable around. I took a job at Fort Miley VA hospital, I met a young lady who worked there and we ended up having a child. Once she had a child she went back to college,


POETRY by M.y.N.d.

A pencil fades into printed letters.

I met M.y.N.d. on a trip to Los Angeles. She was facing housing instability and a difficult situation at the time, and her struggle and resilience was apparent to me. In just a couple of hours we talked about everything from intersectional feminism to her intensely emotional poetry and her past. M.y.N.d. has written poetry since she was 12. When I read her poetry I knew her voice had to be heard. – Anisha Tammana

Poisonous wolf

The day I met u I jumped through hurdles of conclusions

not noticing I was braiding the rope u would use to strangle my emotions

navigate mindless eyes through a raging sea

do u even want what’s mine to give



on the vapors coming from your pores

intoxicated by poisonous silence

I find comfort in my violence

the violinist in this symphonic masterpiece

the naked wolf….