Dawn drops the hammer on the last intersection of day. A star curtain drapes itself over a thin blue canopy. Tasteful air rushes in to become the last act. Stories told grow tall with unnatural lies, encouraging events that didn’t happen until reality calls us out from the bench, waiting to see if we melt … More REALITY STRIKES
The last hurrah. Hot dogs hamburgers lettuce and tomatoes. One more watermelon and a lobster sandwich. Sandy towels. Radios too loud. Crying kids. Chairs folded and stored away. Sun screen, hats and umbrellas pushed into a closet. Swimsuits to the bottom drawer. Restaurants to half staff. Beach balls released to the wind. Swimming songs lose … More COTTAGE END
Breathing into a magnolia sweet evening a cello weeps from an apartment; late persistent summer clouds flatten under an orange-blue horizon. The air divides as the sound walks over tired curtains and past yellow chipped paint, descending to an alley absent of life, canvassing garbage cans and locked back doors. A hallway fills with music … More CALM WATERS
Charcoal thoughts spill across river deep eyes. The flow of strong vision grasps at the promise of angels with empty pockets. Whispers lift into voices, like ribbons trailing behind youthful smiles and hope abounding. A song rises into a chorus of winds, spreading out like well worn paths. Time releases the face of change. The … More CHANGING
A cool dusting of air, softer than the breath of sleeping children brushed across my face. A day full of hands began preparing the rising into day, yawning yesterday off with muscles only partially rested. Simple opening sounds of doors and windows blink a message of people busily moving into morning.
A force of sun cast yellow splinters past open curtains onto a wooden floor with sharp edges as they slip up the wall like a daydreaming spider. The quiet of the room is loud with silence. A solid red couch holds the room hostage. A grand desk, centered with pride, smoothly carved, decorated with silver; … More AFTERNOON LIGHT
Her lipstick is the blood red of a days end. Draining slender fingers claw for heaven, stirring muddy the floor under the pearly gates. The jazz she breathed rattled high around the edges of her cup of years; the roulette wheel fails to let her secure a winning. The wrong of her makes the pain … More HER SONG TOUCH
A meadow of stars shined brightly into forevermore where a a small portion of night was pushed aside into a cold place before darkness reclaimed the sky. I start to count the rubies and diamonds above, surrendering my numbers to the dots pasted onto infinity canvas. The lights of a great city offers no competition … More HIGHWAY SKY
Jack was the velvet hitchhiker. The typewriter and his road. He was cursed with nonchalant genius. Words worshipped him. Allen and Neal were jealous of the Lowell hometown boy. The athlete at any sport, the worker, the college student and the occasional sailor. He was a lover of lost time. The gatekeeper of abstract thoughts. … More JACK K
Notes with wings take flight like dust pushed by the breeze of a horn finding every corner where music brings to life snapping fingers heads bobbing eyes agreeing ears laughing as sounds fill your head like jam on toasted bread Where crumbs fall like notes with wings. … More NOTES WITH WINGS
Roger Singer 