
Sharing this poem I wrote that was inspired by an old buddy of mine in San Francisco. He liked to sleep outside and nothing could stop him.
These two pieces are part of a series of works that were inspired by living in San Francisco, specifically inside the Tenderloin District.
Hope you enjoy it,
JSV
2025
Truth and beauty here. Meat for the bones of bohemian splendor.
Ah the Tenderloin. Ever go to a bar called The Brown Jug?