A New Haven street publication, the Elm City Echo helps give a voice to the hungry and homeless, an economic opportunity for those in need. 

the story of the Elm City echo

The Elm City Echo recognizes the vital importance of expressive and economic opportunities for marginalized members in any community. Our mission joins together student volunteers with men and women experiencing extreme poverty and homelessness to publish and sell a street periodical. Since 2011, the Elm City Echo has recorded and published the writing, poetry, and artwork of those living in hardship-- giving words and expression to those often unheard.

Each story begins with volunteers visiting one of our three partner homeless shelters (Columbus House, Martha's Place, and Fellowship Place). There, our student volunteers work to support participating authors and artists, who write and produce all of the periodical's content. Using a micro-enterprise model, the Elm City Echo is then sold by economically disadvantaged vendors who can develop and execute their own business model.

75% of every sale goes directly to the enterprising vendor, while the remaining 25% goes toward the periodical's production, including support for the contributing authors and artists.

Through its efforts, the Elm City Echo fosters a community of creativity, enables an entrepreneurial spirit, and endeavors to bridge socio-economic gaps through mutual understanding and meaningful conversation. The Echo firmly believes in finding the commonalities in the human experience and sharing them with others.

12th issue (Spring 2016)

Over 300 Works Published &

15,000 copies sold

2$ a copy

joining the echo

Ready to listen, empathize, and share in an meaningful and creative endeavor? Contact the Echo. Volunteers and supporters are welcome at any time.

Project Heads-- Maddy Batt at madeline.batt@yale.edu (Bio.) and Khush Dhaliwal khushwant.dhaliwal@yale.edu (Bio.)

Direct Contact-- elmcityecho@gmail.com

Excerpts from the Echo's Spring Edition:

I will also remember seeing my granddaddy dance at my Aunt Tootsie’s wedding and at his 75th birthday party. And boy could he shake a leg! He truly was a family man and he loved being a grandfather. Daddy Pink was my father, grandfather, my teacher, my preacher, my scolder, and my molder.
— Lesley, "Untitled" in the Elm City Echo
The first time I went over to the Desert Storm and I went on land, I did a few things I am not proud of even though I had to do them as my duty. I still have flashbacks from that... To me, nobody won that war because both sides were just losing a lot of people.
— Phillip, "Beginning Stages" in the Elm City Echo
My whole being needed the drugs. I had lost my self-respect. My life was unmanageable, and I was completely helpless... If I had to say one thing, I’d tell people not to do drugs just because they think it will feel good. That’s the one message I want people to get out of this: say no to drugs.
— Rhonda, "Say No" in the Elm City Echo

A Mother and daughter story, from the most recent Echo:

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