Limestone and granite walls rise like cathedral tops toward heaven. Sidewalks and streets lay juxtaposed without solid connection. Separate souls march like Roman soldiers, dissolving into a fury of voices and city noises. There is a spreading coldness. The scales of time and culture peel back, exposing everything we try to hide. Even from elevated … More OPENING UP
It appears as a savage darkness. A shadow heavily curtained, too lengthy to draw back. It’s a relevant spirit, a stranger, though not on the street, but within us, sewn into the web of our inner skin. Voices with many faces. Moods light and soft before changing into bottomless misgivings and lies. We feel it. … More INSIDE
The desert is a departing thief. Black and white forming faint shadows while breaking away an afternoon sun into night. Billboards stare back with origami eyes, glaring with silver lights onto roads running to the edge of the earth. Continuing with a deeper falling, we feel upside down as if a herd of … More FURTHER AWAY
It was then, and then it was gone. Half buildings yielding to the Invasive force of massive trees. Walkways blending into gully’s formed by runoff. Embankments strewn with piles of dirt and broken bricks; nearby, an overhead walkway, collapsed to the ground, devoured by gravity. Telephone poles, weakened and leaning, surrounded by a century of … More ABSORBED
The ground rose, colliding with the emotions of my steps, railroading me through stations of thought. Like drums beating a steady cadence of emotions, suggesting a direction for desire. Goals evaporated without explanation. Private thoughts hide in the alleys where dreams live long enough to take a few breaths. There’s fire in the creative hands … More AS THE GARDEN GROWS
There was a buzzing in a heaven of clouds. A horn from the alley brought down the house of pigeons. The air transformed into a night beauty. Neon’s and back doors offered a refueling of the psychological mortgage. Voices from the second floor rejoice between the folds of buildings. When night and dark mix, the … More A WAY THROUGH
The field is a luxurious place to sit and enjoy the growth of nature; the items missing and those left behind. It’s a flat cathedral. Every spot the hidden pinnacle of a steeple, pointing to heaven. The song is within the breezes, warm and cool. The heads of weeds and wild flowers Hum their … More HIDDEN UNDERGROUND
It’s a wilderness upriver where sounds become trapped and lights attempt to block out the fear of night. Loud music dispels the spirits of silence while gossipers gather in corners overlooking their own sins; a few of the faithful squeeze some sense from a hymnal. A smokescreen of shadows suggests the passing of anxious … More DOWNTOWN TURNING
The sound of hounds under the sycamores pulsed the air. A fog shadowed the ground, concealing weeds and rocks. A horn, a phantom sound suspended above, Slithered like a snake over tree tops. Fence posts boarded the field, like cardboard soldiers locking barbed wire arms. A brown light of dusk muddied the sky. Bats easily … More NIGHTLY STROLL
Roger Singer 