There was an upsetting of the scene, a sense of turnabout with only one way being right. He was a Good Samaritan, extending the soul of intent, like air itself, a necessity, but not always appreciated. He’s determined to write down the deeds so given, the smiles dispensed, the nods of hello, but … More THE GOOD SAMARITAN
Roads are scars between mountains; oaths for angels without wings. Strangers welcome the curves with shadows and the gray of dusks coverings. Gas stations close at six. Stay in the car with the windows rolled up. Hitchhikers have no place to go. There’s a riddle between each town hidden under a rock. Headlights … More RACING TRAINS
It was a cloudy vision, a river of hands flowing thick, reaching franticly for treasures but coming up empty as they tumbled like stones, never resting, bumping into and falling over as the force moves into crowded silence past towns and under weary bridges where a cloudburst of muddied hands swim in an apocalypse of … More MY DREAM
The dirt of jazz roams like roads under his skin. He feels the change of his blood to hot. Listeners drip words from warm whiskey. High collars and smooth talk rolls off chairs of night wisdom. Eyes breathe in an appetite of full. A piano dresses the air with diamonds. Voices long like ribbons pull … More CONTROL
Roger Singer 