Gypsy soft shoes drift through the shadows of a campfire. Egyptian blue shirts and lime orange slippers dance in circles, forcing the excited sparks higher. Voices share experiences of survival and close calls. Men sport straw hats and Peruvian colored scarves. From peach basket seats, men smoke thick cigars; serious eyes foster cautious plans. The … More OVERNIGHT HOME
Street people sing the change cups full. They dance without care, laughing wide and loud. They search for the weak, catching their eyes, reeling them in; the uninvolved walk and avoid. The corner becomes a one ring circus. Traffic releases thunder. Children point. The elderly understand the caldron of poverty. Midnight ends the show. A … More RINGMASTERS
There was a silence unbroken when midnight had passed. The street, the town, all quiet like a rock. Above, a black horizon dotted with unnamed galaxies. I point out the stars with my finger as I surrender a warm breath into a cool evening; it fades slowly while joining dark fathoms. My steps draw a … More ALMOST THERE
Stop signs with bullet holes and a broken billboard oversee a wide intersection where the desert has no friends. Roadside trash lay mangled under scrub brush. Rain has no business here. Insects run safely across the road; shade belongs someplace else. Lightening scrapes a distant mountain top. Sheets of blue rain find someplace else to … More KEEP ON WALKING
It’s the things that make you………. The last stone in the wall, A single word worth more than many, The look that holds the attention, The song full of what we need, The day regardless of rain or sun, The dance that fills you with good, The voice you run too, The screen door … More YOUR SONG
Roger Singer 