Rich Forster
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A New York City poet once commented to Rich, I didnít know you wrote pastoral? Neither did Rich. Born and raised in Kodiak, Alaska, and now living in Rochester, New York, heís discovered that poetry is dialogue, creates dialogue, and even holds an elusive sense of responsibility to community. He might be found standing in a grocery checkout line near you.

Just got a letter from Max.

He enclosed an article from The Union... One and Inseparable.

His photos were vandalized because they were of the eyes of an Iraqi child

and their mothers, mustnít forget the mothers.

What a country!

Everything seems bigger than life,

Something I ache to get my arms around.