The intent of a rising sun encourages the impatience out of night. From the abyss of dreams we are renewed, like ribbons unraveling while lifted from the floor. A part of us protests, exciting the brimstone from and anxious song we hum while putting on ragged jeans a chain and a cross. Tattoos tell a … More UP
There’s a mirror that reveals the truth and an hour glass with a voice. Dripping water tells the story, where long tracks hide distant whistles. In the background the earth groans and the trees are its gray hairs. There’s a feast on the table, on the other side of the best door. It’s improbable to … More SAFE COMFORT
The above landscape is a canvas of infinity. A place beyond reaching fingers or the roof of buildings. Curious eyes form a lifetime of dreams through telescopes. Changing seasons expose new borders and positions of the stars. They are constant. Forever appearing. Offering stability to faithful observers. A wealth of beauty can be passed on … More UP THERE
He dressed roughly, like a storm shaken tree. His corners were unbroken. A long step claimed his ground. Short salt flavored thoughts watered his words with meaning. Work was his passion. There was reason with his plans. Quality is the art he perfects. Concern speaks from his eyes. He rises before the sun, claiming each … More A FOREST WITHIN
Unrestricted. Stealing time. Unregistered waste. Failure to reject which way is the way to proceed. A fortune in words. Freedom is the release of the positives as they float past in a river of foolish hearts. It’s the in-between that belongs with the lost. Those who produce letters where the ink weeps from from … More HOW IT GROWS
It reminded me of a glass floor. Where the walk was careful and steps were applied lightly. There was a common passageway of knowledge. Absent of detours. A place where the brave refuse to rest, like unbroken thoughts of youth; deep breathes full of life’s long roads. Boundaries refrained from become reduced, yielding to the … More MOVING THROUGH
A lost intention follows a misplaced adventure. Shadows become detours, spinning webs of emotional misery and absence. Morning yells that we are older. Our shoes are stories lacking souls. We breathe in ripples and then blur out our needs as we shed cloudy desires. There is a fast lane of words we believe we can … More EASY OVER
It was good to be back under a night sky where distant stars are without names and dreams appear with ease. Where faces lost in time are hidden behind gauze filled clouds while their voices rise from rivers I crossed in the past. Campfires send of curled leaflets of sparks, blanketing a black velvet … More LAST NIGHT
Industry. Merrimack River. Red brick factories. Wallpaper sweat. Stained hats. Greasy fingers. Oiled boots. Gloves soaked in time. Mixed aromas. Twelve hour shifts. Five minute breaks. Bag lunches. Overalls with snaps. Tattoos with faces. Eyes glasses smeared. Black acne spots. Machines crunching. Narrow walkways. Wooden floors. Noise upon noise. Laboring fans. Glass transoms. Metal chips. … More Lowell, Massachusetts, 1937
Beyond the next minute, prodigal thoughts recreate avenues of traveling words. All second hand messages are burned; ashes of vulnerability swept over the edges. Angry hands anxiously record the moment; nervous legs anticipate. The aroma of the story are spice trees for the reader. Words stand trial. Judgement opens quietly. The energy of success swells. … More A COVERED RELEASE
Roger Singer 