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Poets
bek andoloro
ann marie bouet
greg braquet
janet buck
richard denner
richard fein
robin hillard
valerie polichar
jessy randall
sandy steinman


Feature Artist
m. morgan
Junket in the Spring
Richard Denner
DUET AT SUNSET
for Heidi

I heard a mother sing
I hold a Symphony that brings
Me peace and gives me faith
A dream of many colors

The wind stirs up and hollers
Superstition!
Feel free to go a new direction
Hereís a chilly kiss for comfort

The mother retorts
Be still heart
My songs are nightmares and prayers
Painted with the hues of this Windy Bay


QUE PETITE SIRAH, SIRAH
for Mike Dunne

I hear what the guests say
Big, dense, robust and rambling
Where is his modesty?
He shoulders the food aside
Heís got too much muscle for the table
Too full of himself to sit with us

But who knows my real name?
Or whatís behind my ripe berry smile
Go on about my tell-tale peppery spiciness
Say what you will about my grinding tannins
I may not be supple on the dance floor
But Iíll leave the party with a royal flush
While all the zinfandels rush for power


CONSTRUCTIVE REST
for Pamela

This is magic.
Itís the technology
thatís real.

The burned, twisted bodies
are real. The beauty
is monstrous.

No, you canít blow it up
even if it is the damned home
of the atom bomb.

Your feeling is a path
and when the path splits
sit until the mountain crumbles.

Stay strong.
Stay strong for the child of the world.



Bio: Richard Denner was uneducated in Berkeley, California, during the 60s, self-exiled into the Alaskan woods, printing on a 1927 Kesey hand press small, smudgy chapbooks, graduating from University of Alaska, Fairbanks, 1972. Proprietor of Fourwinds Bookstore and Cafť in Ellensburg, Washington, he turned this institution over to his son and then connected with Tara Manadala, a Tibetan Buddhist Retreat Center in Colorado, until he was called back to the Bay Area to care for his elderly parents. You are invited to visit his website: dpress