Poetry
All That Glitters: Alcatraz 1969
All That Glitters is an homage to the dreamers and schemers that make the Bay Area unique. San Francisco artist Kaytea Petro uses a homemade hibiscus ink to illustrate historic photos, lovingly depicting a bygone era. More of her work can be seen at kayteapetro.com or on her Instagram. All
‘Twas the Night Before Impeachment…
GUEST POEM BY MUSTAFA K. ‘Twas the night before impeachment when all through the White House, A creature was tweeting with no whereabouts of his spouse. He desperately penned a letter to the Madam Speaker, In foolish hope it’d make her pursuits weaker. The Democrats were nestled all snug in
BAS Poetry: ‘The Mountain of Should’ by Brady Gill
Broke-Ass Stuart is now accepting poetry submissions to be featured in the BAS Poetry: Arts & Culture column. Written & curated by Corinne Avganim. Sometimes, as a freelancer, I would go through waves of feeling inspired and waves of…not so much. When you work alone 90% of the time, most of the
BAS Poetry: The Mountain of Should by Brady Gill
Broke-Ass Stuart is now accepting poetry submissions to be featured in the BAS Poetry: Arts & Culture column. Written & curated by Corinne Avganim. Sometimes, as a freelancer, I would go through waves of feeling inspired and waves of…not so much. When you work alone 90% of the time, most of the
BAS Poetry: San Francisco Sunday Morning
Broke-Ass Stuart is now accepting poetry submissions to be featured in the BAS Poetry: Arts & Culture column. Written & curated by Corinne Avganim. It’s Easter Sunday morning. My feeds are full of beautiful babies fumbling around their first egg hunts and the cafes are full of grown adults wearing pink
BAS Poetry: A Rose That Grew From Concrete
Broke-Ass Stuart is now accepting poetry submissions to be featured in the BAS Poetry: Arts & Culture column. Written & curated by Corinne Avganim. The first time I heard of Euclid Garden, I immediately thought about Tupac’s A Rose That Grew from Concrete. My friend works with them on a
’Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the Mission…
’Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the Mission The residents were fretting, and fearing eviction; Their rents were sent to landlords with care In hopes that the sheriff would not soon be there; The techies were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of Amazon deliveries danced