A dusky silk rain dampened warm humid air as a pale green yellow sky yielded to a pressing night a choir nearby rises through an open window singing under the wings of angels Church candles weep during long prayers the flickering light slips over calm waters where a hypnotic intermittent sound of frogs … More OVER THE WATER
Two blocks into Harlem. White shirts, black ties, flowered dresses, patent leather shoes, tattoos and beautiful hair; the streets are always alive. The beat mixes up. The man with a full beard smiles, exposing a picket fence for teeth. Conga drums call out the dance in people. Red and purple cotton hats jive like … More THE HEART OF SONG
The moon dissolved over treetops. This area is remote and wild. A black night sky sheds its stars from a dark canopy. Dreams and wishes hold hands with the desperate. Eyes open the heart for a path without obstacles. This feels like the top of the world. A place owned by few. You can … More LIMITED OFFER
There’s power in the myth, a giant within, having authority to transport the story in hypnotic waves, beckoning us into another world with casual paths or orthodox oppression. It’s a partial creative thought, the ones pedestrians feel when a summer sun heats both sides of the street, fostering orphaned words with blunt force, igniting … More TALL TALES
Night is the last language of day, full of unspoken wishes while breathing new words. Theatres with black and white movies attract the mysterious; plenty of empty red velvet seats. Stained concrete steps descend into the veins of subways. Under examined street art is worth less than the paint. Crisscrossing pedestrians stream past like … More STILL FRAMES
I see visions of tomorrow. Clubs with open doors, red seats and low smoky lights; melting drinks and bowls of peanuts. Freight trains rumble by with freeloaders hanging on as winds rustle their shirts and jackets and hair without hats. Fast talking and slow moving salesmen hawk everything, especially what they don’t own. Kids … More NEVER FAILS
He leans back against a brick wall on a three legged chair playing the harmonica. Angels pause at the sound. Traffic passes unnoticed. The sound is gold in his mind. He thinks of words despite detractions. There is an overpass of thin weaving clouds. The sun warms his hands. Pigeons rustle their wings with feathered … More STEADFAST
There’s always a bridge located whenever people need to be over there; two lands joined by steel arms where rust appears clean when it rains. It’s a way in or out. A place where ships can pass under; their silence is like a fighter looking for an opening. The bridge supports the sides … More EVERYBODY’S BROTHER
Rectangles with souls. Windows lined like soldiers. Sounds in the head. Fog rises but never into a storm. Dogs walking as if they know where they’re going. Fast steps lead to a corner bar where No one’s ship comes in; liquid languages spoken here. Everything appears in slow motion. It’s easier to remember when … More CITY WALKING
In the smoke shop, the aroma of incense lays trapped between wood and glass. Rigid cardboard boxes rich with painted scenes of Italy protect the peaceful rebellion of indulging in the product until offered a choice through decadent permission. A swinging door opens to the street; it’s a clear space until pedestrians fill in. … More SOMEWHERE PAST
Roger Singer 