By Rob Kistner | June 27, 2008

“Along the Coast” by: Eyvind Earle
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Vision
By Rob Kistner | June 27, 2008
Vision
•
the timid person looks
and sees nothing
the visionary looks
and sees what is not there
but should be
and will be someday
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rob kistner © 2008
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Melody
By Rob Kistner | June 22, 2008
…here are two reflections on the concept of melody…
Off Key
•
nature is a song
a melody transcendent
sung in harmony
but this chorus is threatened
humankind grows discordant
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rob kistner © 2008
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Love’s Lilt
•
sometimes
in the clatter
of a thoughtless moment
I forget to listen
fail to hear
the tender lilt
of our heartsong
but
when I am quiet
and we are close
our melody of love
is all I hear
please forgive
my selfish noise
rejoin me
in our sweet duet
I miss
your gentle voice
• • •
rob kistner © 2008
Topics: Free Verse, Haiku, Poetry, Tanka | 13 Comments »
Shattered
By Rob Kistner | June 17, 2008

Shattered
•
I come upon a man
standing by the road
looking sad
heavy box
in his arms
held close
he stares
expressionless
into my eyes
his gaze stops me
fixes me in place
his face is tired
and drawn
etched in worry
when at last I move
I draw near
close enough to see
this sullen man
is me
he extends his arms
that clutch the heavy box
he beckons me retrieve
this container he protects
filled with apprehension
I reach
and grasp the case
lift it cautiously
lay it at my feet
it slowly opens
to reveal
its strange contents
seven shattered dreams
struck mute
I gaze in wonder
confused
yet captivated
I inquire
of the nature
of the ruin
I behold
these are yours
the stranger says
broken by your hand
once
they each were shared
with one
who trusted you
each bond
you did betray
without a passing thought
abandoned carelessly
now the burden of this box
is mine beyond the grave
the stranger’s eyes
intensely sad
begin to pool
as he continues
it was on a road like this
that it was passed to me
I have carried it too long
I am weary from the load
now you must bend and lift
and clutch it to your breast
to struggle with its weight
until you pass it on
a tear
now softly glistens
on the stranger’s cheek
someday
a man will come
over that horizon
he will stop
and stare
transfixed by your presence
you will charge him with this chest
then he will lift
and carry
as I do
in a cycle of forever
for he too
will be you
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rob kistner © 2008
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composite above entitled: “Box Of Dreams” - by: rob kistner © 2008
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Dark Self
By Rob Kistner | June 14, 2008

Dark Self
•
hidden from the light of day
another me resides
though keeping to the shadows
a saving grace abides
a darkling essence
scarred and damaged
begotten in another life
another place and time
it is an anger manifest
righteous and so long suppressed
that could not find effective voice
to save my ruined innocence
silent when I had no name
for what I did not comprehend
the woeful time when youthful trust
was betrayed in ways insidious
sadly was this torment done
by the hand of the entrusted one
concealed from blind society
to perpetrate such vile deeds
in this fire of perversity
my molten other self was forged
hammered on my hardened soul
tempered by survival’s hand
to rise and fight the abject fear
cradled within my broken heart
to lift from me my veil of sorrow
and so restore my peace of mind
to stir and wake my sacred rage
and instill my will to live
thus reclaim my rightful pride
to finally stand and say – no more
my shadow self did save my life
in doing so turned me to stone
I did not like what I’d become
I’d sacrificed integrity
I turned away from my dark self
refused its further influence
set about the trying task
of recapturing my dignity
not so easily subdued
this shadow calls when I am weak
so now I live with watchful eye
vigilant – yet thankful
• • •
rob kistner © 2008
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collage above entitled: “Dark Self” - by: rob kistner © 2008
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Morning Gold
By Rob Kistner | June 10, 2008

Morning Gold
•
across the meadow
last night’s dew clings
fondly to the old-growth
wrapped in crystalline embrace
it adorns the stately cedars
as if diamonds
that sparkle in the morning sun
a splendor befitting their beauty
this day begins bright and crisp
bird songs lilt
carried on a breeze
I see you afar
approaching on the path
backlit by sunrise
your hair golden in dawn’s glow
lover beholding beloved
I sit
warmed in daybreak’s window
with tea and fascination
I watch you
as you stop to rest
in this moment
my love spills over
floods ‘round me
until I am consumed
your lips sculpt a smile
I’m swept away on passion’s tide
• • •
rob kistner © 2008
click below to hear Morning Gold
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Bad Weather
By Rob Kistner | June 3, 2008

Bad Weather
•
you blew in like a typhoon
a hurricane of love
your kisses hot as lightning
striking from above
your passion was a tempest
I was swept up in its force
but now the winds have died
this storm has run its course
my thoughts are grey and cloudy
my eyes are steady rain
my heart’s caught in a cold front
bad weather’s bringing pain
yes, the warm winds will return
as will the clear blue skies
but my frozen heart will ever yearn
for the sun-fire of your eyes
• • •
rob kistner © 2008
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collage above entitled: “Bad Weather” - by: rob kistner © 2008
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jack’s trek
By Rob Kistner | June 3, 2008
seven years of libertine wandering captured on a hand-made scroll
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Wicked!
By Rob Kistner | May 30, 2008
WARNING! This a sensuous poem recommended for mature readers. If you wish to continue, click here. You can return here to comment.
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Remembered
By Rob Kistner | May 29, 2008

Remembered
•
leaning comfortably
into the curves
wind whipping
through our long hair
we wind our way
into the mountains
into the evening
alive
with 2-wheeled freedom
on the open road
not counting days
not keeping track
just being - free
we glide
feet up
knees tucked
captivated
by the thrill
of the throttle
we rocket
dive from light to shadow
to resurface once more
in the light
again and again
as the sun reveals itself
from time to time
warming us
from between peaks
as it begins to settle
behind the western slope
of the Rockies
four friends
four adventurers
fresh on the heels
of the summer of love
dedicated
to a critical mission
spread the peace
share the love
save our sanity
and above all else
keep the party rolling
we’ve thrown off
the structured mantle of life
to venture
into the random
the unknown
to embrace
the magnificent perfection
of living in
and for
the moment
•
it’s nearly four decades
since those days of freedom
memories have cooled
grown hazy
I take license in their recall
grateful they remain at all
I’m blessed by their refrain
no matter how faint
my days are not so light now
I’m rooted in responsibility
balancing the blessings
and the burdens
of life
sometimes bent
by the yoke of worry
made heavy
by the weight of loss
yet
occasionally
I still feel
the gentle breeze of freedom
stir
as I stand
feet firmly planted
braced against
the changing winds of time
and fate
tonight
adrift in the eternal now
awash in recollection
I smile within
warmed by remembered times
with beloved friends
those days of wonder
falling deeper in reverie’s embrace
I can almost feel that wind
on my face
tossing once more
my youthful mane
almost hear the laughter
see the glow
on the faces of three friends
now far away
I whisper a promise
to my awakened spirit
someday
before it is too late
I will again
pick my feet up
• • •
rob kistner © 2008
Topics: Free Verse, Image, Poetry | 17 Comments »
The Fool
By Rob Kistner | May 22, 2008

“Sad Harlequin” by: Lladró
The Fool
•
I will not smile today, you see
my broken heart is hurting. So
tears reside where joy once lived –
I will not smile today. You see,
she loved my wealth, but not so me;
I was a fool, I know.
I will not smile today, you see,
my broken heart is hurting so!
• • •
rob kistner © 2008
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The Legend
By Rob Kistner | May 22, 2008
he never quit on his dream, or his humanity

The Legend
•
permit me to share the legend
of the man who rocked the world
luminous — larger than life
his banner of fame unfurled
with confidence he took each stage
flashed his skills with pride and power
his celebrity rocketed skyward
enormous talent, in his finest hour
a humble tempering childhood
helped him hone his mythic dream
a bright young man with wicked ‘chops’
his soaring star did brightly gleam
his glory spread round the globe
renown and fortune grew unbound
like a rampant roaring wildfire
nothing it seemed would take him down
but while touring England, terror struck
unleashing panic, fear & strife
bombs tore through the concert hall
to save his fans — he risk his life
the first blast ripped the back wall
mike in hand, he stood firm and fast
directing the people to safety
they all escaped — now he was last
it was horror in high definition
as TV broadcast the heartbreaking sight
the question that rose midst the chaos
did their hero meet death tonight
the sad truth was the top news story
the brave mega-star had died
all the world was seen to mourn
at candle vigils the people cried
so permit me to share this legend
of this remarkably brave young man
who, possessed of wealth and fame
truly never forgot the fan
• • •
rob kistner © 2008
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Impulse (a haiku)
By Rob Kistner | May 16, 2008

Impulse
•
captive to urges
woodpecker drums summer stumps
boys kiss moist red lips
• • •
rob kistner © 2008
Topics: Haiku, Image, Poetry | 12 Comments »
The Vow
By Rob Kistner | May 9, 2008
The Vow
•
I pledged I’d never leave your side
and whole my vow remains
as the passion of our love spilled forth
we drank deeply in our youth
the fire of our joined bliss
flowed molten from our core
as we made our fervent bond
its blaze grew ever brighter
it kindled dreams that carried us
to family and good fortune
its heat has warmed us in the times
when winds of fate turned cold
through the autumn of our life
its glow held back the chill
and as winter felled its quiet deep
we were drawn close in comfort
nurtured by the ever present
steady flame of love
now it is our time of rest
when worldly worries lift
we are one next to the other
in the embrace of mother earth
I pledged I’d never leave your side
and whole my vow remains
• • •
rob kistner © 2007
Topics: Free Verse, Poetry | 9 Comments »
Identity
By Rob Kistner | May 3, 2008
Identity
•
I came upon a stranger
she asked me
“who are you?”
I pondered
then replied
I am son
born
to a mother unknown
a father
unseen
I am father
three times blessed
with life’s miracle
I am joy
having beheld
each child’s coming
I am betrothed
touched by
a lover’s heart
I am sorrow
having lost
my eldest son
I am wonder
marveling
at the gift of life
the beauty
of this natural realm
I am song
fortuned with
a lyric voice
I am art
bestowed with
a balanced eye
I am athlete
fleet of foot
strong of frame
I am word
burdened with
a poet’s plight
I am gratitude
to have known
this life at all
I am a simple man
who stands this day
before you
in the end
I am you
and
you are me
we are one another
most uncertain
quite who we are
• • •
rob kistner © 2007
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Truth
By Rob Kistner | May 2, 2008
Truth
•
prowling
the nocturnal neon zoo
groin deep in humankind
suckling life’s sweet underbelly
swilling full
the luscious flesh festival
seduced
by the siren song
of sacred craving
I am a night being
stalking
dangerous
I am a sentient being
disillusioned
seeking
my fingers burn
from dancing
with the fire-whores of
angst
and indignation
I come
in a rolling demon’s fire
fast and hard
tough as hell
cresting
and crashing in
howling mad
scorching the night
dancing
with every devil I can find
ranting
raving
blazing
a combusting carnal fireball
fierce appetite
roaring hungry
for all of life’s deliciousness
longing to consume
every forbidden morsel and crumb
of passion
desire
knowledge
of truth
ferociously
• • •
rob kistner © 2007
Topics: Free Verse, Poetry | 7 Comments »
Outrageous
By Rob Kistner | April 26, 2008
Outrageous
•
watch them
see them
in their cavernous dwellings
shrines to excess
to waste
testaments to foolish disregard
for our precious planet
observe them hoist themselves
to command positions
in gluttonous drive-time dinosaurs
dreaded treaded behemoths
that bully across the face
of our crippled planet
devouring resources
like a herd
of metallic mastodons
a relentless forage
of fragile fossil fuel
to suck dry
the paleozoic nectar
300 million years
in the making
a fraction of that
in the plunder
and depletion
by frivolous toys
of self-extinction
that spew forth
poisonous discharge
fouling the atmosphere
pummeling our frail ecosystem
shoving earth closer
ever closer
to the brink of no return
to satisfy a toxic desire
for bigger
gaudier
faster
hungrier
to feed
a caustic ego
to assert
perceived dominion
they are the elite
the special
the outrageously dangerous
they
are you and I
• • •
rob kistner © 2008
Topics: Free Verse, Poetry | 23 Comments »
Seasons
By Rob Kistner | April 24, 2008
Author’s note: This is a suite of four haiku that reflect the seasons of the year.

Seasons
•
Spring
(haiku)
•
wings flutter gently
spring breeze bends full flowered stems
meadow dance begins
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Summer
(haiku)
•
green leaf on blue pond
turns in golden summer sun
red bird softly sings
• • •
Fall
(haiku)
•
stalks lie down in fields
arbors burst with ripened grape
fall is on the land
• • •
Winter
(haiku)
•
coarse lands cloaked in white
lakes bejeweled in crystal
winter’s dressing hand
• • •
rob kistner © 2007
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collage above entitled: “Four Seasons”
created by: rob kistner © 2007
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To hear poem read by author, click here
Topics: Haiku, Image, Poetry, Spoken Word, collage | 8 Comments »
Gaia Weeps (earth day ‘o8)
By Rob Kistner | April 21, 2008
Gaia Weeps
(haiku)
•
Man seeks dominion
Frail balance has been disturbed
Gaia is weeping
• • •
rob kistner © 2007
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To Remain
By Rob Kistner | April 18, 2008
To Remain
•
moonlight
keeps dark at bay
pressing in
as night wind stirs
like mocking breath
of life now lost
to light-less realm
beyond the chill
encircling me
empty
to remain
no emotion
save grief
apples spilled
on broken stair
where rail eluded
grasping hand
no voice came
to futile cry
those lips
will not know again
sweet fruit
nor love
• • •
rob kistner © 2008
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Swept Away
By Rob Kistner | April 17, 2008
A bluesman’s life and soul. Music gives me goose-bumps, especially when created by genuine human spirit
NOTE: I invite you to listen to the recorded “spoken word” version of this poem you’ll find at the bottom of this post. I’ve mixed in a little ‘atmosphere’ to heighten the immersion.

Swept Away
•
memphis red
no longer is
gray now shines
from a balding head
filled with scarlet embers
memories
still burn
a fired spirit
too deep
for coddled mortals
to fully fathom
red is real
red is legend
his tales
of pain
of injustice
the lore of the big muddy
his eyes
earthy brown
turbulent as that river
his stare
a deep current
impossible to escape
swept away
his voice
a tempered edge
honed by blues
broadleaf husky
thick as sorghum
smooth
as beale street bourbon
the cf martin
swings
from a leathered neck
on a tattered strap
stretched and shaped
by the heft of sorrow
poured into the soundhole
marked and scarred
by years of burden
of witness
its character and patina
bear testament
to a genuine soul
cracked and seasoned hands
reach
with suffered care
to wrap the fingerboard
in love
callused digits
yellowed by habit
depress taut strands
no longer catgut
sculpting emotions
blood and bone
grip
connect
true life
ensnared
in sitka spruce
and spiraled steel
knowing strains rise
chords of loss
rhythmic stomp
stinging verse
of broken promise
failed love
of dirt field
cruel street
back alley
of harsh wisdom
resonate
to fill this space
to break my heart
to steal my soul
swept away
• • •
rob kistner © 2007
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photo rendering above entitled: “Knowing”
rendered by: rob kistner © 2007
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To hear poem read by author, click below
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The Weaver
By Rob Kistner | April 17, 2008
Author’s note: My wife Kathy is a nationally recognized contemporary fiber artist. You can see some of her creations below by scrolling down. Included among the skills and crafts she employs in this pursuit, she is a weaver — and a great inspiration for me. I wrote this for her.

The Weaver
•
today I watched a weaver
marveling at her grace
intrigued by her care
fascinated by this dance
first the treadle
then the shuttle
then the beater
then again
in colors of all nature
in textures of the earth
she coaxed and wove each fiber
with an artist’s loving hand
now the treadle
now the shuttle
now the beater
now again
fiber over fiber
her envisioned pattern
expanding ever onward
painting with her loom
and the treadle
and the shuttle
and the beater
and again
the syncopated rhythm
of this weaver’s inner vision
her soul’s pulse
heart’s beat
her metronome of life
go the treadle,
go the shuttle
go the beater
go again
like history unfolding
event upon event
creation slow and steady
progress near unseen
this weaver captures memories
in her tapestry of time
unfurls dreamscapes
in her cloth of wonder
unveils mysteries
in her fabric - there is truth
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rob kistner © 2007

Immediately above is “Fallingwater” another piece from the portfolio of contemporary craft that my wife Kathy and I have created together — she being, by far, the major contributor. At the top, above the poem, is a commissioned piece entitled “Yin Yang”.
We work jointly, she creating the fiber art, and I design and build the mounting elements. Kathy does the “magic”: spinning, dying, weaving, sculpting, braiding, cording, dowel wrapping, etc.
Her studio is a plethora of spinning wheels, dye pots, warpping boards, floor/upright/lap looms, hoards of hanging skeins, drawers of “found objects”, and multiple semi-cluttered assembly tables with pieces in varying stages of complete. Kathy is the fiber wizard. I do the mechanical.
To give you an understanding of what it takes to create a piece from carded fibers through to display ready; Kathy put several hundred hours, first spinning raw material, then on her Navajo upright loom, weaving and hand-stranding the different fiber elements of “Fallingwater”. For mounting of this piece I used maple, red cedar, concrete, aluminum, silk cord, with a nickel chromium art deco medallion. The medallion was a “found object”.
“Fallingwater” is a tribute to the Frank Lloyd Wright architectural masterpiece of the same name. Its dimensions are 84″H x 22″W x 10″D.
There are a few more pieces below. Each with an interesting story, each with a great deal of time and careful attention invested in its creation. The names and basic dimensions are included with the photo of each. Kathy’s calls her studio Fibrations™.
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Nocturne
By Rob Kistner | April 12, 2008
A brooding full moon, in image, verse, and spoken word
Author’s note: this piece does not expose a secret, but instead, it deals with the weight and burden of keeping dark disturbing secrets buried away.
Nocturne
•
hawk moon hangs heavy
in the damp night sky
bulbous moist pearl
rolling
in a cold chromium fog
wet slivers of cloud
smear themselves
across its face
irregular
like translucent sacks
of moonbeams
breathing
glassine billowing pillows
oozing
soaked with midnight
stars float and spark
glinting
dripping
shivering
frozen splintered crystal-tips
diamond chips
pinprick rips
in blackened space
they wink and wane
and flutter
shattered bits of silvered light
snapping here then not
behind the ghostly white
vapor that slithers
through the firmament
the world devoid of color
aglow in sterling grey
a negative of day
thick and chilled
filled with the sound
of stalking after-dark things
nocturne
the sorrowing hour
to lay bare your soul
in pale introspection
in grief of secrets
…
To hear poem read by author, click here
rob kistner © 2007
Topics: Image, Poetry, Spoken Word | 45 Comments »
Temper, Temper
By Rob Kistner | April 8, 2008

You’re still locked in the frikkin’ commode
When we really should be hitting the road
How much time can you take up
While putting on makeup
My damned head is about to explode

Foul words spewing forth
Most certainly he is pissed
Best to avoid him
rob kistner © 2008
Topics: Haiku, Image, Limerick, Poetry | 1 Comment »
Reaper Groom (murder mystery)
By Rob Kistner | February 9, 2008
To hear “Reaper Groom” read by author click below
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Seeds
By Rob Kistner | November 12, 2007
To hear the poem “Seeds” read by the author, Rob Kistner — click here
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Nocturne
By Rob Kistner | October 29, 2007
To hear poem read by author, click here
Topics: Free Verse, Poetry, Spoken Word | 5 Comments »
The Door
By Rob Kistner | September 6, 2007
Topics: Poetry | 14 Comments »
Open window (reprise)
By Rob Kistner | August 30, 2007
Topics: Poetry | 7 Comments »
Two perspectives on an open window
By Rob Kistner | August 30, 2007
Topics: Poetry | 7 Comments »
Adieu
By Rob Kistner | August 16, 2007
Topics: Poetry | 26 Comments »
Indecision
By Rob Kistner | August 5, 2007
Here’s a light take on procrastination…
Topics: Poetry | 32 Comments »
Night Breeze
By Rob Kistner | August 2, 2007
If summer heat is getting to you, here’s a respite.
Topics: Poetry | 18 Comments »
August
By Rob Kistner | August 1, 2007
Reflections on a midday in the peak of sizzling summer.
Topics: Poetry | 28 Comments »
Sgt Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band
By Rob Kistner | July 31, 2007
Happy Anniversary!
Topics: Post | 12 Comments »
Phenomenon
By Rob Kistner | July 29, 2007
Topics: Post | 24 Comments »
Wicked!
By Rob Kistner | July 20, 2007
A curvaceous wanton devil-woman…
Wicked
•
auburn mane with sable streaks
frosted ermine — lush with pride
a bounce and whip, and tiply snap
with each stiletto’d wanton stride
taught hips roll on slender stems
that part in ripples then enmesh
a brushing sigh of stirring heat
toned thighs gliding flesh on flesh
a stare of comely crystal blue
floats above a ruby pout
that takes you in devouring
has its way, then casts you out
tongue tip teases top lip’s edge
like supple paintbrush flowing
a smile to burn and hypnotize
that wraps around you knowing
a luscious wench — worldly wise
sleek as steel — tall and strong
swift and cunning, motor running
she might acquiesce, but not for long
poor fool who tastes this lusciousness
is hopelessly addicted
there’s only one word for this life-force
that word, my friend, is — wicked!
…
rob kistner © 2007
Topics: Poetry | 62 Comments »
How I evoke my writing muse
By Rob Kistner | July 20, 2007
I have dedicated myself to being a creative writer — endeavoring to perform consistently, and at the best of my evolving ability. I currently write poems, essays, and short stories — in that order of quantity output, enjoying each equally.
A recent comment on this blog got me to thinking about how I find my inspiration — how I evoke my ‘muse’. I’d like to share my ‘process’ with you here.
Topics: Essay, Poetry | 22 Comments »
Dangerous hair
By Rob Kistner | July 13, 2007
Attacked and beaten because of our hair. 1966 revisited.
Topics: Poetry | 79 Comments »
Sensations
By Rob Kistner | July 7, 2007
A touching bit of poetry…
Topics: Image, Poetry | 66 Comments »
The Dawning
By Rob Kistner | June 29, 2007
Tongue-in-cheek look at astrology
Topics: Image, Poetry | 24 Comments »
Sacred
By Rob Kistner | June 27, 2007
A hike into the Cascade Mountains, in image and verse.
Topics: Image, Poetry | 52 Comments »
Elders
By Rob Kistner | June 20, 2007
A poetic reflection on wisdom.
Topics: Poetry | 22 Comments »
I am pleased to be featured on “Poets Who Blog”
By Rob Kistner | June 19, 2007
Topics: Poetry | No Comments »
Father’s Day Surprise
By Rob Kistner | June 18, 2007
Read what my wonderful son did for his old dad.
Topics: Post | 8 Comments »
Two Friends Discuss Literature
By Rob Kistner | June 15, 2007
Topics: Image, Post | 2 Comments »
The Poets
By Rob Kistner | June 14, 2007
An ode to those who flirt with the muses Calliope, Erato, Euterpe, and Thalia.
Topics: Poetry | 12 Comments »
Rob Kistner - Interviewed
By Rob Kistner | June 14, 2007
I respond to five probing questions from Chesca Silva, aka Exskindiver.
Topics: Essay, Post | 4 Comments »
Two Poems
By Rob Kistner | June 13, 2007
A little fun with alliteration and form…
Topics: Poetry | 22 Comments »
Shameless Lions Writing Circle
By Rob Kistner | June 13, 2007
I am a member of the Shameless Lions Writing Circle.

dream bringer
cloud rider
traveler in time
protector of visions
muse to the uninspired
known as Artheo
to those you’ve touched
nameless to the rest
come now
restore the world’s wonder
open minds
unlock hearts
so all will know you
and be enlightened
…
rob kistner © 2007
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Passion Fire
By Rob Kistner | June 9, 2007
A hot little poem about one of my “first times”
— photo included.
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Swoon!
By Rob Kistner | June 9, 2007
WARNING! Sensuous poetry and image. Recommended for mature readers. If you are not comfortable with adult sensuality, please do not continue further.
Topics: Image, Poetry, Spoken Word | 36 Comments »
Uninspired
By Rob Kistner | June 7, 2007
A poem about writer’s block, and a steamy night!
Topics: Poetry | 28 Comments »
The Encounter
By Rob Kistner | June 6, 2007
This is a recording of a reading by the author, presented by Visceral Voice, the “spoken word” podcast from Image & Verse.
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Amethysian
By Rob Kistner | June 3, 2007
This is an original piece of art I created as a decorrelated, re-symetricalized fractal.
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Awe!
By Rob Kistner | June 2, 2007
This is my poem for the June 3rd, Sunday Scribblings prompt: “Town & Country”. NOTE: There is a recorded “spoken word” version also available here,













