[San Francisco has produced many fine poets over the years. I, for one, grew up reading the Beats: Allen Ginsberg, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Diane di Prima, Neal Cassady, Anne Waldman and Michael McClure. The list goes on and on. They were the poets of the '50s and early '60s, and then in 1970 Edward Mycue came to town.

Edward Mycue (Ghana 1961-63) had ETed from the Peace Corps because of family needs at home and he returned to the U.S. to work for HEW in Dallas before arriving in San Francisco on June 1, 1970. He joined the new Gay Liberation Movement, began to work for Margrit Roma and Clarence Ricklets' The New Shakespeare Company, and started publishing his poems.

Since 1970 his poetry, criticism, essays and stories have appeared in over 2000 journals, magazines, on the Internet and everywhere literature is read. He is called by many, "one of the best living poets in San Francisco." He lives, eats, and breathes San Francisco. So, it was only a matter of time before he would publish a collection of poems on the City by the Bay. Entitled Song of Francisco this collection of 10 poems is now available and Ed has been nice enough to allow me to publish one of his poems from this new collection.]

Memory Tongue

San Francisco, you

blind, handsome city,

your harbor has a stone

in its mouth.    You

get washed in our

histories    you write

in our lymph    once

calf-white     like your

promise      now memory-

tongued, eggshell-

thin, raving      for

healing  this

desperte geography.

                             Ed Mycue

From Song of San Franciso published by Spectacular Diseases (c/o Paul Green, 83 (b) London Road, Peterborough, Cambs.
PE2 9BS UK $10