Tiny Gray-Garcia

Dec 3, 2024 | thestreetspirit.org | Tiny Gray-Garcia |Bradley M. Penner

Rain flows down Can’t u see I’m already drowned Rain flows down There’s so much room to hold That empty sound Hard, cold rain Into a body already drained I look up Will I survive this— I know I’m tough Is there time to save my warmest blanket My driest shoes Guess what—I got the unhoused blues The eviction crews already came With the rain With the poLice to detain With the blood-stains And the wet chains The water-soaked brooms All the places I dream of that aren’t my rooms Hard to...

Nov 7, 2024 | thestreetspirit.org | Tiny Gray-Garcia |Bradley M. Penner

Clearing—don’t you mean Disappearing, Criminalizing but never hearing? Cleaning—what r u really meaning?

Aug 5, 2024 | thestreetspirit.org | Tiny Gray-Garcia |Laura Zink

“Pleeeeeasedon’t take my mind… please don’t take my mind!” my aunty Rochelle screamed at the cop, crying while they motioned to the orange-vested men hurling her collection of dolls, her torn sleeping bag, and her last tarp into their trash truck. One of the cops said: “We will arrest you, Ma’am, if you don’t leave now.” All the cops there were robotic, barely registering my Aunty’s terror, much less her humanity. This happened years ago in San Francisco.