The window releases a gasp of inside life, of half voices and doors closing. Delinquent sounds muddy the outside. A car radio lips out a samba, entertaining tapping fingers and flowered dresses swaying. Casual clouds, rugged images cast to the street, sliding into alleys, covering the homeless. Café tables stream with words … More RUGGED IMAGES
There’s a star up there next to the one on the left. Each night, when clouds find favor to be somewhere else, I witness the diamond chip, flashing its carats into my curiosity. Brighter than backyard lights, higher than my sisters hair, it lounges as if glued just beyond my reach. The perfect … More UP THERE
Real time straight jazz curved the room. Its ribbons of play formed justice to notes, releasing streams of fever. Unconnected sounds rush over a landscape of faces and whispering fingers. The pulse of breathing mists the windows as dancers and spirits of long nights course their path to dawn. Red dusted words … More THE PATH
Words slip through the boundaries of light. Between fences and past sleeping cats. Words are the strength of action, the curator of museum imaginations. Words are fathoms, the levels of thought, the passage between mountains, the stillness of lakes. Words are the home we comfort in, the language of warm blankets that … More WORDS
…And at that moment, that final moment, I’ll consciously grieve for those suffering with tears and long memories. …And words of praise will be released from loving hearts that will casually drift into the laps of angels. …And when finally called to his side in thankful praise my lips will speak of … More THAT FINAL MOMENT
I got a river standing still in my head. A half a world greets me through wet curtains. Gray walls are my thoughts without color. An old wooden floor talks back to my shoes. A ceiling fan, its life long over, brushes at cobwebs in corners. Newspapers yellow without the sun. Dust is … More FLOW OF DAY
A curtain. Formed white. Soft folded ribbons. Linen eyes lust under the handle of breezes, searching the alley below; considering heavens of gods and men walking. Strong sunlight. Warming rays. A morning of fullness surrounds summers fragrance; tar paper roofs, garbage, stagnant water. The breath of the city. Voices slip from windows. Coughing; … More FROM A WINDOW
This town has no easy street. Its not about luck or the draw in favor. Fast shoes keep them moving on sidewalks, all looking the same. Red lights give pause to the race and the prize that fails to praise. The occasional flowers and the best of struggling trees survive in silence in empty … More EMPTY LOTS
Living full doesn’t mean you have a full tank. And some of the rain always gets to you no matter how fast you run. Sometimes the edges of boarders casts an unexpected surprise when you achieve the line, discovering its similar to what you just left. There’s a new place I hear everyone … More SECOND HAND STORE
Dusk crushes into night. The infinity feud between two mighty forces colliding within the silence of millennial shadows. There is no youth about them or age slowing their pace. They are constant, claiming common territory to the custody of their charge; never speaking, they own the respect. Within the realm of universes there … More ANCIENT
Roger Singer 