Mountain Magic Category:  Poetry Publisher: The University of Montana Printing & Graphics Services,with Campus Quick Copy ISBN-10:  0972712208 Type: Non-Fiction Pages: 60 Copyright: May 21 2003 Illustrated poems with line art. Title poem plus 43 others in narrative style written with sharp images and a Northwest flair. Themes you can relate to.           LADDER OF CLOUDS         Next to me          the ex-Bronco player   sports a shock of gold    against medium dark skin—     four chains around his neck      silent watches bracelets       proud rings        one earring.  From the window seat  I watch thermal winds swell.    We float on angels’ wings. . .    darkest gray crest higher     sunlight climbing      the ladder of clouds. We hear a rumbling in the plane  double back to Denver for repairs   giving me more time with Randy Fuller.  We talk like siblings, his words sweet  as sunflowers just unbending.  Positioned to gamble with his buddy  he invites me to join them.    I decline, spinster that I am.  Jokers   fifty-dollar bills   twenties glide freely    when slapped down from on high     with hoots of raucous laughter. Passengers in the back row can hear  their ginger ales spilling on their napkins. I hesitate to exit the plane.   Head down   cap over his eyes    Randy drops the best farewell:         “See ya’, Kath.”       And I will.                                    Copyright 2003                           Kathy Wehrenberg Excerpt "How many sides each one of us has-- when forced to choose how much by chance that is." from Pillar Falls

Astoundingly Idiosyncratic
“Kathy Wehrenberg’s poems are astoundingly idiosyncratic. In a totally original voice, she speaks of everyday details, but defines them in a language dense with word-play. In her poems metaphors seem to arise from some strange insight into the seemingly mundane world, but they often come together in a last line so unexpected–but oh so right!–that it makes one inhale in surprise.”
----- Ginny Foster
Playwright

Meaning and Sympathy Are Born
“Kathy Wehrenberg doesn’t barrel-race through the West, but goes slowly, noticing the dusty, woods dandruff on the spruce and the drunk in the parking lot. The rodeo and the drive-in movie theater are mysterious circles on the landscape where meaning
and sympathy are born.”
----- Fr. Hugh Feiss,
Order of St.Benedict