Satinpod

Satinpod Theives survive Honesty with Veracity and Honor
Integrity Robed Probity mask cadences of Purpose
and a Wildcater'sTrust reflects on the glass

Morality, Ethical Code and Close Adherence Abound
Disassembling Deceit and Fraud, Steadfast and Sound

Profiles of the Rich, the Left, and The Jaded

A toreador can enchant even a jaded native so besides themselves in order to prosecute a gentle romance among the bookshelves

There imagined woodsmoke allow that experimental novelist to come shyly out like bulbs

a chokey, a broken reed, with your Jeeves and Wooster cockney folklore exhibit are all the symptoms of a life under a perpetual 40 kilometer cloudbase

Over the Lebanese Claret, The Academy Club beam like pussycats, and the Bacon Street authors and journalists, savage indicters of 'The Way We Live Now', sit in the tesselated courtyard

A Poem by Robert Michael Meyer age 4

Penned by me for Robert on 7-27-1992--He was approx. 4 1/2

Soda Pop can
pour on head
when door opens
and soda will fall on peoples head

So me and Peter tried it
So I went out for a walk and left the door open
so some bad guys could get soda -y

And then I came home and saw bad guys soda-y
standing out by the truck
and then it was Oscar the Grouch
and then it was Bert and Ernie

and then they went to the store and bought big, real handcuffs
they went to hunt for food

This story is for Lauren and Robbie, by Robbie The End

The Expanse

Wild roaming left unscathed
no pigeons homing
open oathed

feel direction of desire
the pull without decision
feel the fervor from within
with winged precision

the expanse is such distance
In my mind it goes east to west
but it could go south to north

Untitled Song

Did you discover Red Pansies on the side wall
Your minds interior will always catch you when you fall
Falling the distance
Like some unimagined Star
Shooting like a bullet
Neither near nor neither far


Did you discover
Catch me I am falling
Did you discover
Hear you Mother calling
Are we invincible or do you weep sometimes
Where is the inner one the star that refuses to shine


Where are you going
Is it all mysterious
Am I showing
Is that godawful serious
Hey Come on, little boy,
I want red Petals like you
Pick of embittered fruit
I'll share it
Sweetly, with my you

Thicket by Barbara Ellen Meyer (Meyer-Spidell)

Elves and Dwarves Live Here
Footsteps- Light- among the deer
Gathering and collecting
Food for the New Year

The Vine quietly grew around the tree
Clenching it's tight fist
Thwarting out it's last bit of life
Leaves left for dangling
with dew mist

This is a deer trail
Look, the footprints of a quail
I will gather nuts and berries
before the wind's gale

Do not be frightened
It is not dark yet
Let's eat at this bridge
The elves ate here last
When daylight comes let us look for them beyond the ridge

Ali Rehan quick study

Circaaaa, hmm, 1991, had to be...


Eyes the colour of rich eroded forest earth

Hair drawn with black ink

Shadows surround eyes like grace

lips full

Stubble grew upon his face


Him wanting to hear my own story
willing to share his own
the sun was lowering its own glory
the streetlights hadn't yet shown

Forgotten attraction, mind fulfilled at once

Alter plans with friends
Dance in the street, kiss my hand
Stopping to hear a doorway street band
Two people from the same, different land
Me and this man from Pakistan