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francEyE     Contributor -- California



             
               francEyE, The Church at Ocean Park, by Marie Blakey











Untitled poem, "No, I can't have a ..."


No, I can't have a
breathing treatment; I just had one
not 20 minutes ago, don't I
remember? O course I don't
remember; why
would I ask for one now if I
remembered? I wonder what harm there would be,
though, if I had too many
breathing
treatments. Too much breathing - can that be
bad? I guess it can though it's hard to see
just how. Too bad there's nowhere to store a little
extra breathing to use later on when I'm short. In the
meanwhile the cake crumbs are all gone so there goes
that entertainment. Guess I'll just have to sit here and
try to remember breathing until it comes
back to me. Meanwhile these
new glasses pinch my
nose. Always something, isn't there? I'll be glad
when it's time for breakfast and I can say
no oatmeal thanks, no
corn flakes either; what about a strip of
well-done bacon and some
hot buttered toast?


~ francEyE















SO LONG, WHOEVER YOU ARE

Today's the day I saw you die. It's
the day Obama won, so now I'll always remember,
Oh yes, I remember when Obama won, it was the day
I saw that woman die. We were sitting in the hall
across from each other in our walkers, resting. We
made eye contact, peaceful in the sort of eventless
afternoon when it seemed the only thing happening was on
TV. Obama was winning, we were resting, our heads supported by
the backs of our chairs. Then yours wasn't, it fell forward til your
face
hit your chest; I gave a yelp; nurses came. Here, and then not here,
just like that. Mystery woman, I'll remember you, and honor you every
year on the day Obama won, 4th
day of November, 2008, his
victory day and your
yahrzeit.

~ francEyE


















ROSE OF SHARON PRESS
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francEyE's
new book, CALL


cover artwork by Diana Bonebrake


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Color cover, perfect bound, 126 pages with over 130 poems, yours for $20, postage included.





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Rose of Sharon Press began during the diy days in 1988 at a copy joint somewhere in Hollywood. The first publication was a chapbook for Doug Knott, Sharktalk. 20 years and many adventures in the print trade later and we're still here, small but mighty and proud of it. The entire operation is Los Angeles poet S.A. Griffin. Of course, The Rose does get a little help from our friends, but generally speaking, it is S.A. There was a two year period during which he partnered with friend and poet David Smith. During that time they produced Interchageable Goddesses by Pris Campbell and Tammy F. Trendle, Dreams That Would Drown Most Men by John Dorsey and Amanda Oaks and Genocide Sutra by David Smith.

There are many other titles including Teaching The Dead To Sing by John Dorsey, Harvey Keitel, Harvey Kietel, Harvey Keitel by John Dorsey, S.A. Griffin and Scott Wannberg, Juice, The Musical! by Scott Wannberg and Alien Landing Pad by Iris Berry, Pleasant Gehman and S.A. Griffin.

The latest offering from The Rose is Call by francEyE.





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