On Sunday, November 6th legendary San Francisco author and artist Paul Madonna was driving home in his SmartCar through McLaren Park when he was struck head-on by a Mercedes Benz driving in the wrong lane at approximately 65 mph.   Witnesses of the crash reported that the Mercedes then fled the

Hearing that Paul Madonna faced eviction after drawing SF in such a beautiful light for so many years and inspiring the bright-eyed optimists, it seemed like a bold betrayal. Maybe it was true. The city’s soul had been gobbled up by the heartless tech-fueled robot.

I’ve got some awesome news! We received a grant from the Civic Joy Fund to put out a literary magazine celebrating SF and acting to counter the stupid “Doom Loop” narrative. It’s a gift to the people of San Francisco. And after months of working on this project it’s now available

The Final Chapter

I woke up on the sidewalk out front a vegan donut shop broadcasting holiday music.

THE EVICTION SERIES
CHAPTER 13

I woke up to darkness and a headache. I could hear a man and a woman having a heated conversation and the air smelled heavily of incense and Patchouli.

The Eviction Series
Chapter 12

It was my birthday and I went to North Beach. I just wanted to forget that that the city was changing faster than I could keep up. To draw something nice and take myself out to a dinner of spaghetti and wine.

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Chapter 11
the curly-haired girl whose parents were footing the bill for her six thousand dollar a month studio apartment, who casually fondled the top button of her blouse as she went over her ten page lease, line by line, asking questions like, “And so, when it says I have to pay a security deposit, what assurance do I get that the landlord is secure?”

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CHAPTER 10
I hit the street angry. I didn’t want to be, but the more I tried to let it go, the angrier I became. A guy was passed out on the sidewalk. As I walked around him, I looked at his shoeless rotting feet and the can of beer in his hand and tried to tell myself that life is full of problems, and that what matters most is not the injustice we feel, but how we comport ourselves in the face of it.

The Eviction Series
Chapter 9
The waiting room of the Tenant’s Union was packed like a New Delhi train station. It also turned out to be the same room where the civic-minded lawyers who volunteered to counsel renter’s on their rights held court, so I sat down, and for the next three hours listened to the parade of locals ahead of me voicing their housing grievances.