Fortitude builds virtue against the recklessness of the day, as the walls before us wait for our first move. Beyond the obstacles there’s a voice of reason, a manifest to renew, another chance to begin. Stand fast, hold to the surety of your heart with your family on higher ground. The war drums sit close, … More WARFARE
The old train got the wheels of steel. Strong for the ride and good for the anxious souls as a high sun shines on miles of warm track pointing south when cold knocks at the door of coats, hands without gloves and up turned collars. Passing winds of travel circle angrily around the corners of … More THE NEW HAVEN LINE
Were under the burden of interpretation, the active vibrations of great intent, prodding us to reach beyond borders into a new season where treasures open the door to comfort. The space of time transcends our thoughts. We wonder, as always, the plan; the place we belong in the hours of our day. A few of … More TIME AND SPACE
Alone, The field absorbs a tree centered In the middle of its earth where roots spread like children’s arms desperate for a parent as the waxing of leaves welcome an early sun during glacial changes of seasons until finally the waxing of last fruits and leaves yield to a first frost of life suffering the … More CIRCLING AROUND
A tortuous wind casts gray footsteps over a wide water. Tree tops shake green waxy leaves. A swirl of odorless breezes pushes like fast midnight feet. Fathoms of cool sand hold the shoreline intact. The slip of a curtain wags its tongue through an open window. Children create laughter out … More SATURDAY MORNING
Up ahead, mountains stand firm. The names once remembered pass with streets now foreign to me. Houses line tree covered lanes where dogs bark and kids point. Its my town, the buildings in know and shops I visited. They appear familiar but are shadowed with gray from my past, like seasons, they all blend into … More WHEAT FIELDS
TEN SECONDS A distant rumbling amplified the silence around me. My breathing roared within me. I whispered lightly, making sure I wasn’t deaf. I held my breath and then released it into ambient stillness. The clouds possess a cotton smoothness. The leaves appear asleep, unconcerned for impending winds and rain. I feel insignificant at the … More TEN SECONDS
At the end of the driveway, a sycamore stands. Grounded, pealing gray with white flesh underneath; a sentinel spreading branches over our coming and going. Its roots, deeper than the vision of my eyes and the life of my family. Its summer shade cools our heads, tanned arms and busy hands. Grand and stately, a … More DRIVEWAYS END
Roger Singer 