Under the bough of a great tree with eyes closed I see through the curtains of my eyelids gray black shadows like lightening flashing above me. Winds full of beauty form a chorus between leaves with praise unleashed, applauded by angels. I am clay, named though not forgotten, secured and planted, protected and watered, encouraged … More A WHISPER
Walk to me the songs crawling silently like cats at night stalking the dark with eyes piercing deep into me. Tie my thoughts with the strings of a righteous bass preaching sternly to my ears the message of jazz. Help me snap my fingers free like running legs of children against the wind, never … More TEACH ME THE JAZZ
River edge at the yawning of the delta, I hear cottonwoods rattle voices like people, low by campfires scraping washboards and snapping strings; soft footed fast picking thieves run with shadows. Beating drums stretch the skin of messages released under wide blue free skies of music calling. Red dusty roads rise up stormy jazzy … More DELTA JAZZ
Long live that blue 54 Chevy with dots for tails and fancy chrome door handles that slipped your smile back to you with a welcome reflection into a long cushy fat blue pin stripped seat with snappy springs where kids bounced while music played of summer warm and windows were full down letting … More THAT 54 CHEVY
Voices from a stream, then a river swirl around me, fashioning a sound in the place where I stand. Words of all sizes comb over me, pulling open the cords on the vision I see. There in the silence, like a window opening and a sky without limit, I lean to the quiet … More CALLING ME
The pain of his soul welled up thick in his eyes, spilling into glistening lines onto his black cheeks. Piano keys drowned under his fingers while his feet lifted then dropped onto pedals shiny and smooth. His face tilted to the throne of heaven as shoulders swayed with the walk of jazz, speaking … More LISTENING TO ANGELS
The words from her mouth found wings in waiting air, tumbling with roll into the need of those listening. A twisting sound curved over and smoothed the faces intent with believing, as their arms reached for her gift. Lights paled in the strength she owned, as she pressed out brightly from where she … More HER GIFT OF WORDS
Like a bridge, expanding, long, holding tightly to the valley sides. A formula of stone and sand. Rigid with support, flexible for passage. To some, it is the middle of hope. The way out or back. A long finger of steel and cables pointing to or away. Either direction of passage is a handrail of … More MIDDLE HOPE
Strength resigns when surrender fills the space lifting the soul to a peace beyond wisdom a chance for hope with a breath of believing and a sign of change. The gain of riches authority and self fail to comfort that invisible pull at pathways you’ve chosen and people you know. Prayer humbles and stirs the … More PATHWAYS OF SELF
I press against the pull of chains That others fail to see, The battles raging in my eyes The hours lost within. The failings mount In dark storm clouds Like horses pulling strong And thunder speaks in final tones As I drift away from home. The warrior stands affirmed for … More WARRIORS WITHIN
Roger Singer 