I keep meeting myself in circles, bumping into the back of me where I anxiously push but fail to gain passage; I am subject to my slow going A turnstile of arms walls against me. The success of passing one leaves another in the width of my path; always a barrier. The ingredients … More MY CIRCLES
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
Just let it crash on me heavy like summer rain washing my face beating me like wind over with around twisting my thoughts straight with moving jazz like catching a train that never stops traveling hard with song holding me like lovers eyes winking fat with lust making me stumble drunk with needs and calling … More CARRIED AWAY
Roger Singer 