The academia of cafe people. The quips are everything, falling neatly into line without stress. They circle the edge of the serious before journeying to art and the Bauhaus of their apartment. There’s a laugh about abstract dreams and what they could possibly mean and how their favorite pillow captures tears. Black and white photos … More THE OUTSIDE OF IN
That feeling of over the edge, when a clutch decision is more than a casual choice but a weapon against oncoming distractions, knowing that altering the rhythm will create a chasing of thoughts into paths of painful corners with unmistakable answers, the ones not always chosen, wedged between the black and gray, remaining there until … More BLACK CATS
Late into night images appear on the ceiling as sharp angles or momentary slivers of light. Car beams, neon flashes and street light reflections crawl across the plaster, occasionally colliding, forming several twisting random kaleidoscopes. The images are perishable opportunities to witness a place in the past or a sign for the future. … More PARK STREET
Ornate alabaster vases line the wall of the tiled checkerboard foyer. A thick glass door separates the street from onyx stairs and polished brass handles. An angelic frieze decorates the ceiling; noticed only by children. Atop a marble table sits the daily bouquet of fresh cut flowers. Centered above the table, a gold framed mirror … More ANOTHER WORLD
Warm desert winds coarse wildly through open car windows on a highway past abandoned gas stations and dirt roads leading to somewhere. The driver owns one sweat stained shirt absent of buttons and ripped jeans. He carries a history of miles. Never reads road signs, just turns when he wants, passing towns he may have … More HEADING SOUTH
Low clouds dampen an early Fall afternoon. Sounds of pigeons overhead and newspapers opening become absorbed into an unmistakable dullness. People hold hands, thanking the stars for dreams coming true. Puddles of last nights rain reflects treetops and corners of buildings protected by gargoyles. The aroma of tar and steam touches everyone passing … More FROM UP HERE
Rain with feeling sounded on my head, running through my hair, dripping with random lines onto my face, like tears without reason, they course onto my shirt. The ground glistens, painted clean, each object baptized with water; the opening sound of wind builds like an orchestra warming for night. The sky soon reopens with … More A MOMENT ALONE
The long and short of the past pulls at the soft undercurrent of hard tales exposing the haunting of our hallways. We try to separate the pain, dripping the soap of half-truths onto the dirt, reducing surface tension; don’t be the first to throw a stone at sin. High tide doesn’t blame the shoreline … More HOLD BACK THE STONES
The eyes feel the words between the lines, between the breaths, between the smiles and disbelief. Close to the heart the charms of memories warm the soul. Your hands shape the revelation of the journey like shadows over water, releasing answers slowly like a garden growing. Be patient with thoughts. Holding high decisions of weight. … More THE CROSSOVER
When you go somewhere as a stranger you can blend in as an unaware traveler avoiding name introduction or needless small talk while roaming unconcerned regarding schedules wearing your favorite shirt and red sneakers free of critical opinion you pass a store window and smile back at yourself then merge with the shadows of a … More TEMPORARY NOBODY
Roger Singer 