Abandoned newspapers jump into flight, cartwheeling over the parking lot, flattened on a fence. Its abstract art of yesterday’s news; the death of a soldier, a circled apartment on East 86th and fifth. A trumpet player joins the wind, flattening out the notes, falling into rhythm, welcoming the noise. It’s a night avoiding … More COUNTING SHEEP
An acne faced moon with a flat obscure smile, dusted silver with infinity. Curtain clouds shadow the face, its image teasing earth followers with glimpses of a rock half cold, half hot. The far side of outer space is jealous of earths circling daughter, the faithfulness, a never ending bond. Pull on … More CIRCLING DAUGHTER
The tides we mark. Levels gained, uprooting the changes from what once was. Shoot for the stars. It’s the high tide of holding the prize; a long way up and the fall is loud. A sliver of light is enough sun for me while working till sweat pours like the rain, its what … More FASTER
Broken glass, flattened fences, subways sing the language of city blues, not counting bruises or blocks with empty parking lots that mourn the loss, not knowing how to cry. Factories out the country, signs say keep out as men without gloves and collars up spit on the properties that once supplied their families well. … More ABANDONED SOULS
River drive. Radio talk. Dashboard lights, yellow signs, curves up ahead. Falling rocks, hidden drives. It was Saturday night. The clock says one. Been driving to clear the space in my head. Free my feet into go. Nothing to do but drive. No telephone poles. No lights. Houses dark with sleep. A few stray … More RED LIGHT
He was a sax man, raising the heat on the here and down, firing up stoves, cooking with jazz, pushing it with a lifting of hands, creating great sounds from reaching as the wall clock crosses over to tomorrow jumping his ride colliding with the sun, splitting the shade to shadows and jive until night … More WHERE DREAMS MELT
The fingers of her hands bridged out to me, long on compassion, strong with faith, circling over the mantel of my loss like steel forming foundations through depths of how I suffered as she reaches into my pain with her prayer.
VORTICES Feral tongues rise in whispered shades. Nighthawks lift in dark air making fair game of evening space. The time of planning fills the room, settling on the first sigh of sleep until dreams slip to the floor. Long talks have little effect on what actually gets done, as words spin in … More VORTICES
The clean of the rain juiced from heaven. Falling. Dry yields to circled wet. Water shines rust and doors with stains. Weedy city lots. Moist. Damp. Spiny nameless plants stand erect. A stubborn aroma released. Broken bricks, colorless, beaten by time. An open window. A scratchy song finds legs, dancing to the street; … More GUTTER PARADE
Ancient ocean colliding sliding under the subduction of mud on stone the friction of fire into liquid red and then erratic stone where mountains under water in depths beyond dark lurk as behemoths without claws stretching spreading apart crawling footprints without sound underwater shadows yielding to a millennial voice.
Roger Singer 