A sympathetic rain washed the face of the street. Parked cars, asleep and cold lined the street. Buildings with lighted towers reached into low clouds. Gray shadows feel lazily over sidewalks. Umbrellas mushroomed up, into weaving patterns, forming a covenant between head and heaven. A fair wind lifted fallen newspapers and hats while … More FINDING SPACE
I can hear the water clock. The liquid metronome of a dripping faucet. A distinct sound muffled into silence during the day of sounds. On the ceiling, the passing reflections of headlights from passing cars below crawls over the cracked plaster. A blinking neon pulses across the street, matching the faucet drips and then … More BETWEEN THE DRIPS
The weather sounded on the rocks. Waters rippled over deep currents as voices of land moved, grinding out the textures of highs and lows. A blue glass sky covered wide prairies. Rains baptized mountains into valleys. Clouds stepped long shadows over ravines and gorges and then moved in directions yet to be named. … More TIME STARTED
The weight of the motion descended in a cloud burdened with the scent of air clinging to rain as it baptized the ground. Tumbling drops foot-printed the soft sand while others merged with puddles, lost to colliding or ripples fading. Quiet prevails as the storm wanders. Sounds of recovery lift from the spell … More FULL WEIGHT
Coffee brewed with morning aroma in the apartment overlooking the rail yard. Between curtains, curious fingers open a space for wandering eyes. Men with hats and stained overalls oil the smoking metal beats. A tower switchman yells from a window to ears thinking of lunch. A dog runs over the twisting tracks, its tail tucked … More RAIL YARD
The waitress dropped her pencil onto the floor where it comfortably saddled up next to an abandoned French fry at the base of a full counter where men of labor ate like starving horses and business men sipped hot tea and ladies used their napkins, all under foggy stained lights as the crowd spoke loud … More WARM FOOD
The sight of day vanishes as if cut. Underground tremors release into tunnels creating monster echoes. The train becomes absorbed in an ocean of dark air. Doors fling open. Warm gaseous fumes slap morning faces. The platform fills with legs and shoes and eyes looking down; children are still home in bed. The … More ARRIVING
His shoulders sat strong with moving, powering forward claiming the path cut for him with serious eyes. Arms found comfort with swaying, claiming the air like long lazy summer strides reaching into dusk. Suspicion hung curtain thick on his blue well worn shirt from faces seeking questions. Through the crowd past open fires where … More A MAN WALKING
A thickness of quiet pulled the air into slow where it begged to be filled. A big muddy of thoughts spread over the crowd, like the water they were; wet collars, sweaty palms. A low tide of moving hands struck a line of strings, releasing songs too heavy for corners, to bright to hide. … More A LINE OF STRINGS
A cloudburst of eyes and thoughts jump from mental elevators to the tongue, releasing words from the king of hearts. A cattle stampede of cabs hustle into position for the bullfight over a dollar; the language of hurry fills the street. Smooth bright jazzy sounds flow like warm mercury from a bar. Smoky … More CAFFEINE DAY
Roger Singer 