A poem “that opens our eyes and our hearts, & makes visible the threads of our lives.”
Hours after final exams, a group of students hopped on Caltrain to spend a week in the Tenderloin.
YES Virginia, there are poop and needles, but they don’t live in our hearts.
It is in the seeds of thought that change begins.
Sam asked me if I was sick & tired of the intractable status quo too.