I was living right across the street from Mission Delores in a very nice apartment with a cranky woman named Sue.  There was in a massive fire there one night when I was ot home, which destroyed 24 units.  

(July 8, 2015) 

I remember going inside the burned out building two days later to get what was left of my stuff. 

Everything smelled like burnt wood. All my clothes were wet.

My take away was realizing how San Francisco's architecture is so fragile. 

It all goes up so fast as most houses are made of wood. 

Write about the Tarot cards that I had in the room.  They were untouched.

Jaynel Attolini review

"Falling in love is so thrilling it knocks you off your feet. And just when you think you've learned everything wonderful you possibly could - there's one more discovery to allure, seduce, keep you entertained and make you never want to leave. Love Letter to San Francisco captures that essence, sharing all the city's most loved places, people and personalities."

-Jaynel Attolini
It's Just the Anti-Depressant Talking

Review

"The city is depicted as a woman, a lover. In these series of short pieces, Veronica Van Gogh reveals a city that can be at times elusive, at times warm, a capricious creature who taunts us with her ravishing architecture but betrays us with her frigid weather."

Tarin Towers Review July 2005

"Part travelogue, part poetry monograph, part invocation, part hymnal,
Love Letter to San Francisco is a small book of big sighs. I would
love all seekers -- those who come to San Francisco without knowing why
-- to sit in a park or on a bus and read this book as a meditation and
an act of gratitude. This book sums up why we stay."

Tarin Towers
Winner of the Pushcart Prize for Poetry
Author of Sorry, We're Close

it's july already.

thank you Banubula for buying my book and posting about it here.

so i was away from the City for a week and when we were just coming off of the bridge, past the palace of fine arts, i looked up, and there were rolling hills of the city, the landscape covered in white buildings. not brown, not grey. white.

looking up Divisidero street from Lombard made my heart surge... i am still completely smitten.

someone suggested that i write about her scent a bit more. people seem to like that part. every time i go to phil's there is 1 book left.