TowerTalk Volume 1, Issue Nr. 1, November 1979

              	Creative	feet stomping, her eyes crying	and there a faint red burn of skin			
	Writing	blue laughter. we did all these things	like the chop from winter wind			
	Contest	and we did none of them.	gnawing quietly deepet			�
		last night she stood,	into pink spongy pulp			
	Soinr Joseph Hospital discovered	walking easily.	of dormant vessels			
	some fine poetry ond prose writers in	I notice	and frayed ends of nerves			
	the hospital's first writing contest for	for the fitst time	that no longer tingle.			
	employees, Auxilians, medical staff	she is the taller	I look intently			
	and tesident physicians. First place winners were David	2. he rises in dried sweat to the ted glow of dawn	anywhere settling into the soot of the bottom of my cup.			
	Olson, M. D., family practice	and greasy bacon				
	resident, for his prose entry, "At This Point in Time � A letter, of sorts, to	where fresh pine smell				
		still creaks from				
	the fatm"; and Janice Howatd of	the floot boatds	Marysville # 1			
	Hematology for her poem "Token	and the taste				
	Poem for mariberh."	of mesquite				
	Second place winners were	becomes a cousin.	Remember that summer?			
	Randall Torrans, pre-op holding area, for his short story, "The Wayside	the breadcrumbs scattered on the table	When we laughed And ran. Feeding ducks on cool mornings. We slept in motel rooms.			
	Inn and the Peat Tree," and Addison McMechan, Kaiser After Hours, for	remain untasted. she nevet asked him				
	her poem "Marysville # 1." Third place awards went to Corla Zarlengo, Blood Dank, for her story, "Grandma's Guest Room," and Kathy Davidson, 4 South, for an	to spit-shine his boots or fumble a four-in-hand, the dog wanders three-legged along the river bank, evening flushing orange,	Other identities: playing parrs. By the shouting sea, waves And strawberry soda washed The awed weariness from our minds.			
	unritled poem.	breathing puffs of fog	Now I'm alone.			
	Thanks to our writing contest		And I'm struck by the paleness of			
	judges Jim Norland, Connie Doyd	3. in blue plaid flannel shirt,	each day.			
	and Ruth Kelley.	the prominence of				
	Jim is a freelance wriret who has	ethnic cheekbone, and the gray-black eyes of adult,	Is it the same way there?			�
	sold his work to more than 200 magazines. He is director of public		to be continued.....			
	infotmafion, University of Denver.	thtee newly-won				
	Connie is a writer and editor and is	cat-eyes pocketed away				
	working on a novel.	by grubby hands				
	Ruth has been director of	full of being twelve		SAINT JOSEPH HOSPITAL		
	publications, University of Denver, for more than 25 years. An avid reader	and the utgency of a hummingbird,		1835 Franklin Street Denver, Colorado 80216		
	of fiction and poetry, she has written	racing, racing,		Tower Talk		
	book reviews for the Denvet Post	balancing always		Published by the		
	and is curtently wotking on a	on the other foot,		Hospital Community		
	screenplay.	resting lightly once		Relations Department.		
	Following ore the entries of our	to watch his little brother		President:		
	award winning poets. Winning ptose	totter stumble fall		Sisrer Mary Andrew, S.C L		
	entries will be published in future	rise again,		Medical Staff President:		
	issues.	and flying to grab her hand wildly, "I can teach you, I can teach you to walk!"		Theodore R. Sadler, M. D. Vice President for Marketing and Development: Richard C Ireland Conrriburing Staff:		
	Token Poem fot matibeth					
	By Janice Howard	4. cold steel and black leathet		Party Anderson Dob Wade		
	1. last night she stood	wearing at the arm-rests,		Carlo Zarlengo		
	in the kitchen, hait tumbling	a liquid lead pillow impressed		Department Reporters: Flo Campos, Linen Service		
	on the current	with het body weight,		Pauline Crisp, Food Service		
	of black coffee,	atm muscles		Carol Heiser, Blood Dank		
	and air	that bulge like a weight lifter's		Pat Johnson, Plant Engineering		
	deepened with smoke,			Korol Merryman, Respiratory Therapy Sharon Palmer, ICU-CCU		�
	we jeep through	from daily throwing		Pat Pike, Speech & Hearing		
	the dust and death	her own body		Lucy Prunk, Nursing Service		
	of burnt desert,	bed to choir		Deb Sylwester, Pharmacy		
	dance in a circle of	thumping heavy wooden feet				
						
t	clasped hands	into steel stitrups