The slow drip of sand under a stone bridge. Above, clouds dampen a dry sun. The park welcomes all without prejudice. Easy hats sit smartly; umbrellas stand at the ready. Vows of dedication, newspapers and Books complete the image. Park benches remember James Barrie and the children pirates. And C.S. Lewis offering passages to other … More A RESTING PLACE
This place is father away from home. Each forgotten name or street adds miles to the distance. Valleys became reminders of low points; unfathomable bottoms like dreams of running underwater. There was a lost balance. A gimbal unchecked. Spinning. The horizontal plane fighting to remain upright. Days blend into days yet to happen. There is … More A NEAR DISTANCE
He was a stranger to most. Few knew his name. He stood full. Broad shoulders. A man without a boyhood. Capable hands scared from hard work. He was between young and old. Thick wavy hair. Wire rimmed glasses; searching, curious eyes. Goodness in his voice. Mountains climbed and rivers explored. No mention of family no … More A GREAT TREE
A soft shoe slips the floor, pushing aside sawdust and broken promises; the cost of today releases the cash for night. Empty back pockets hold dreams without conviction. Black sunglasses shape the truth. Pearly white smiles spread a net; the hungry listen to anything, full stomachs walk by. Street vendors speak the truth. Its a … More THIS WAY
We are grains of sand. Marked within the glass. A gathering of what’s behind, out of reach, as one more grain tumbles, brushing against broken thoughts and lies we turned into truth. There are doors we locked and clouds we pointed at; road signs desperate to advise. Another grain of names slips thorough, some forgotten … More UNCOMMON CORNERS
It’s a song for the night. The slow creep of a high tide as the last car heads for the next town. Wayside diners and broken hearts gather on empty at a desert gas station. Someone reads The Howl out loud; it’s the fear and the dreams we live up to. Steel mills steam alive … More CRESTED LIZARD
The train lunged in and out of order. Heads swayed like displaced seaweed mocking gravity. The stars and moon remained in place. Thick metal wheels turn with conviction. There is no shame for those asleep, leaning onto windows, newspapers for pillows. The miles create a low hum. The engine possesses a pure heart. White smoke … More NIGHT CRAWLERS
He thought greatly of himself. His phrases and finger pointing attempted to fill the nothingness beneath his shirt. He was respective of others as long as they listened to him. His neckties were bright and his eyes fired from a burn on his tongue. Business was his business but no one knew what business. The … More A BELL RUNG
Bring the grave to the steps and the memories will follow; sun stained wallpaper and leaded windows fade, but not your name. There’s something in my pocket, a note from you and a penciled smile from a name lifted from earth. I forgot the sound of your voice but remember your joy on a … More ONE MORE TIME
There was little understanding between them and him. What was discussed fell fallow. Them pressed the point to him. He knew the choice of them and their kind, “join them or flounder alone.” This was not for him. He would warm under a blanket of without, and remain in division. Them held strong the line, … More HOLDING THE LINE
Roger Singer 