Dreams are the canvas without paint, absent of color and faces until the eyes recede into a vapored transport lifting the emotions onto a highway of visions. Favorable winds carry us to lands unreachable during day; hovering over the distance there is a gentle settling into safety without care for time. When the portal … More NIGHT VISIONS
There was a madness within the fire. A casting out of angry ashes, competing madly with explosive sparks, rising rapidly until absorbed into darkness. I sit closer to the flames as the heat drenches my shirt; my back remains cold. The crackling logs sound like fireworks, transporting my thoughts to July 4th watching plumes, stars … More CAMPFIRE
Twisting winds send busy fingers of air between garments hanging damp on the clothesline. Clear cool drips escape from sleeves and thick pants falling like rain; lightly beginning and then ending. Long brilliant white sheets billow and snap, breathing like whips, trapping the air then setting it free. The fluttering cloth sounds like birds passing … More A CLOTHESLINE
A concrete steel arm, weighted like a planet connects rocks and land for passage of feet and wheels to there and back over water the stretching mass made by hands forgotten to time labored their sweat and muddied boots stained faces bruised hands as they formed and massed a great strength moving ground and rocks … More THE OTHER SIDE
You awake, tossing off sleep, stirring the covers into misshapen objects. You recreate and gather to the surface the image of a building, a tall structure, solid, thick walls, a place to gather. The thoughts grow and then recede on the vapors of your dreams. Looking closer there is cracking in the … More REBUILDING
A river is a mountain of energy. Its appetite to reach the ocean. The river is a highway pulling with it silt, leaves and parts of trees. On occasion the river reaches out. It’s watery fingers possessing what it wants. Quietly it moves, pushing over and carrying away the life and love of everything in … More EVERY RIVER
The sky lay flat, like pressed wet charcoal, the sheen muted as if rubbed into canvas under a heavy hand. There was silence. A pre-turbulent horizon gestating its thoughts. Diseased and sallow mixed. An orchestra waiting for the conductor. The quiet pressed in. Words were ineffective. Comfort needless. The ground underneath felt unsure of the … More SEEK SHELTER
The moon dripped silver, bleeding through scratched windows, dusting the yard, drawing the eyes upward into favorable suspense. The moon is the bride of night’s sky, a lover in plain sight with enormous arms for sharing, Unless restrained by clouds. The moon creates dreams while teasing the curious to gaze up innocently, unconcerned with time. … More MOON TIME
Deep within the soft twists of voices the blessings from angels is woven within the thorns of hearts, releasing a blessing of sweet words like manna on sidewalks as day washes over dusky curtains of faces and shoulders. There is no room for wings within crowds where the language of the streets seeks the weak … More ANGEL WINGS
Downwind crossroads are reckless sacrifices. The opening that appears, like a window half open that encourages. The day was without fences or caution. The curtains on your stage are pulled back, preparing for an entrance. Corridors of thoughts testify the betrayal where the eye opening tracks remain quiet now but stir the air, preparing for … More SLIPPING THROUGH
Roger Singer 