A Publication of the Coalition on Homelessness
by Sabrina K. Hall
Sabrina Hall in front of San Francisco City Hall at a People’s Budget action on June 18, 2026. Funding for Free City College, the program that ensures residents free tuition, was endangered until supervisors restored funding in last-minute negotiations. Photo by Zach Bollinger.
They want to audit the ambition of the block,
Put a price tag on the pivot,
by Cal Lerchi
Do my shoes soak in Trans Magic
At the intersection of Turk + Taylor?
Spirits of queens, queers, outcasts
Throwing shit at pigs who try to police our joy
Try to extinguish our flames that burn together
More radiant than the sun
Does trans magic last?
When the building that used to nourish glorious queers
Is now owned by a massive for-profit corporation
And it is not a coincidence
That GEO Group also imprisons our kin
Along the U.S.-Mexico border
To steamroll over trans history—
Our transcestors
With this disgusting corporation—GEO Group …
Will we support this?
by Tatiana Lyulkin
It’s not a good time
To bring up the things
We’ve lost-
A cup of black coffee
And a hug
Are all I need.
When the night
Grows silent and cold
And no one
Remembers our names
Or what we used to be
Knowing that you’re real
And you truly care
Gives me the strength
To survive another day.
by Tiny
The flames of intense heat dehydrate
The water from floods drown our outside spaces
The Cold seeps into our torn clothes
Way down deep to our tired bones
The tornado winds
The sun beats in
The smoke will choke
But none so hard as the
by Tatiana Lyulkin
Your eyes
Are the color of the sea
After the storm.
You and I,
Explorers and fearless voyagers
At one
With the nature and the night,
Seeking safety and comfort
In each other’s arms.
We share
What little we have
With each other
And with the world.
by Isaiah Clark
Knew Ya
Don’t act like it’s a past life
It was prolly last night
You would always gasp like
Every time that I cried
Had me fuckin capsized
I don’t need it baptized
I don’t need more time, aight
nothing ever lasts, right
I saw a flower in flight
and wonder if I ever knew ya
Fast-talkin,
by Rich Banichar
Thoughts of the Homeless
“Tomorrow”
Tomorrow is my worst enemy,
shallow hope sapping my worn strength.
Tomorrow is a thief,
A bluejay stealing anothers eggs.
A mist of fear, emotional toil.
It yields no fruit,
only barren branches on a
winters day.
Today’s burden is all I can bear,
By Lawrence Hollins
Today I’m turning the page, and I thank God for setting me free from that cage, and not sending me to my grave, because I had a crave, I was in a daze, and I walked around in a maze for days
My father God said it was just a phase, and that’s why you’re able to turn the page
From that ghetto vacation, that would have led to incarceration,
by Clarence E. Block, shared by daughter Cheryl Block Shanks
Walking up the narrow trail
That seems to lead
To the top of the world…
It seems that I’ve
Been walking for hours
So I stop to gather my breath.
Looking back behind me
At the world I’ve left behind —
For a minute —
And now I’m walking again
Up, up …
Wow
I thought I’d never get to the top.
It’s so peaceful …
Nothing and no one is here, … READ MORE
by Lawrence Hollins
Today I’m turning the page, and I thank God for setting me free from that cage, and not sending me to my grave, because I had a crave, I was in a daze, and I walked around in a maze for days
My father God said it was just a phase, and that’s why you’re able to turn the page
From that ghetto vacation,
