The other feature was Paul Koenig, whose poetry was mostly very, very short and very, very quirky so naturally I enjoyed him immensely. He read a piece called Return Admission which ends most marvelously with
And at the end of the day,
we kissed like phosphorescent hand stamps
so we could always come back
like nobody ever does.
-- Paul Koenig
Koenig described his own poetry as "noir surrealism" and truthfully some of it would have fit quite nicely in many of the genre poetry journals I frequent. Unfortunately, he slipped away into the night before I could speak to him about the SFPA but maybe I'll see him again some place.