We are water in a great river. Each with a clock buried deep within as we search for a place not yet seen. We move in flocks and herds, down roads without numbers, climbing stairs to doors unfamiliar. There is a calling within a few. A message scrawled on the heart, a word … More RUNNING THE RACE
An over wind pushed up a black shirt collar; his shoes form a bond with wet sidewalks. His eyes absorb the night, like a hawk searching the land. Lines of street lights step him from one circle to the next, where he slides through shadows with cool his face. The sky broods … More THE GARDEN OF SKIN
The dreams of me chased the years from my paths. Directions wrong turned. The failing of doors to open. Places I should have risen in, claiming the rights of me, applauding with hands upon my arrival. Lights left on. Messages unanswered. Towns without names or faces familiar. The roads I know have beaten their … More CHOICES OF ME
The door was half open or half closed. A silent message of entry or release. Quiet held the air hostage. Outside sounds found another place to speak into day. Moments of decisions gnaw at choices. The whereabouts of capturing a thought or driving it out hung in the balance. Each life walks a line, visible … More SEEDS OF DIRECTION
There is a sideways to life, when the steps of hesitancy alter a forward course. Though the ground remains unshaken, we tremble with instability, as the enemy of doubt sets up camp. A war begins. The air is full of wind and rain forcing us to seek shelter from this storm and … More SIDEWAYS
A building torrent of storms forced a crazy going, pushing in and hammering out a day swollen with clouds and wind. A broken night rumbled like passing trains thundering through, heavy with rusted metal, beating a rhythm without equal. Lightening streaked, slamming the sky, sawing the air with bold power, blinding quickly and … More MOVING ON
The Five & Dime, where parakeets are for sale and Coke’s are served at the counter with a warm sandwich or a bowl of soup. There’s costume jewelry reflecting a morning sun on busy shoppers carrying paper bags roaming the aisles looking for scarfs and socks where a dollar buys a dream and pennies have worth, … More BEFORE THE MALLS
Whispers become twisted words within the shadows of curtains; the uncertainty of thoughts. Fields are full of stonewalls. Like good works stacked unevenly; boasting and chest thumping. Each day confirms the grace we have received to welcome the certainty of who we are.
We are water in a great river. Each with a clock buried deep within as we search for a place not yet seen. We move in flocks and herds, down roads without numbers, climbing stairs to doors unfamiliar. There is a calling within a few. A message scrawled on the heart, a word … More RUNNING THE RACE
A morning breeze stepped through the open window, lifting curtain edges and touching walls like the hands of a curious child. The fragrance was fresh like laundry line dried under a forever sun. In bed, the cotton blankets owned me within a twist of warm compassion, protecting me from the world beyond my … More CURIOUS HANDS
Roger Singer 