Ears grasped for the message in her sound dripping hard and heavy with soul preaching a righteous pain she earned from long nights and bad kisses where tired eyes and wrong desires begged for the shelter of a soft shoulder listening to broken dreams rupturing from the darkness of her … More EARNING THE PAIN
The dust of towns, flat, lifeless. Cold winds and red neon’s fill the need of his searching as he walks the dirt. A song with flavor branded in his head and on his arm, marches his feet to travel; all places look the same. His guitar breathes with sound; a crooked smile slides from … More WALKING THE DIRT
Rising golden and draining warm onto painted houses and wooden wharfs long streaks of sun touch Coit’s tower and sacred hills. Down on Fillmore and Columbus with class where jazz sits strong and grows pulling like lines of hungry fish snapping at sourdough. Across the golden arms and from … More SOURDOUGH JAZZ
People shaped clouds form silently overhead as radio voices compete with ocean waves sliding onto timeless beaches. A lounge chair, enameled white, basks pale under a hot yellow star; quartz granules, ergs of broken time lap at its scratched wooden legs. Cigarette smoke circles from pointing fingers. Flying low, a plane pulls a message with … More ALMOST AUGUST
It’s not by coincidence that paths fulfill a dream, a first step with thoughts alive, the challenge fights to go. Many ways consume our lives shaping the person we become, the people we meet, family and friends and the walls that we call home. There is a path, … More THE PATH
From the chairs faces brightly shine like early Sunday clothed to watch and rightly bathed in song and word like baptisms sprinkled fresh over righteous hungry souls. Her jazzy words float like flowers cast on oceans where souls rest far below where lonely ears patiently wait to be freed. … More HER JAZZY VOICE
Hungry teeth shine with white framed by lips singing the music with throaty words offered up bright like morning pushing past sleepy hanging curtains washing night from fibers and fingers reaching into working days of men and sweat and women soft speaking silk and sporting pearls while waiting with watching … More THE SIZE OF JAZZ
A canvas moon paints a broad open field with silver dust. Fair opening breezes test tree tops and back porch chimes. The solitude is furious with quiet. Night fires, crackling lamps of light form great red embers breathing heavily under thin layers of gray ash. Moisture slips into the mouths of waiting roots; … More CANVAS MOON
His voice competed boldly against sidewalk clutter and boisterous buses hissing to abrupt stops. His beard twisted like ocean ropes to his chest, brushing over the top portion of a blue or maybe green shirt; gray stained pants and untied boots creased from roughness completed his wardrobe. He lifted with authority a bible, quoting verses, … More STREET MAN
Fingertips tap to the drummers beat with bang and slide following the ups and downs of his rhythm like cats scared into jumping high as the crowd waters their moving cool under lazy fans rounding like spinning moons while they dance thick on sawdust whispering words into ears hungry with … More BOILING HOT
Roger Singer 