VERDANT Morning. Overlooking formal gardens. The simplicity of human geometric design; a collection of divided order breathed to life. A labyrinth of lines, corners and serpiginous pathways. A solitary obelisk in the middle points heavenward, suggesting prayer. Previously, it was a meadow, until intrigue created design from ideas in dreams pulled down … More VERDANT
A snake with steel skin. Lights for the labyrinths. The subway approaches the platform. Benches exhibit the stain of graffiti; the concrete floor lay littered with gum spots. A man plays a saxophone. A school group moves through like frightened minnows. The aroma of diesel and damp grime attaches to your skin. There’s a low … More ONE LEVEL BELOW
His rhetoric magnetized ears to listen. The words were a broadsword to the mighty, pushing against the gravity of their jealousy. His thoughts never rambled; holding course like a meridian or constellation. He declaimed with authority, luring listeners, seizing on the interest of their desires; the sun and moon filled his pockets. Morning moved … More RELEASING
Sea grass waved summer in. The reflection of passionate clouds spread blankets of gray over sand. It was the getaway, where coffee blended with onshore breezes; a flexible landscape with a flagpole. There were gray shutters outlining white trim and a red bicycle with a basket; the objects created art. On the porch, … More THE GETAWAY
Wealth is the combination of thoughts, the garden of words where imperfection becomes perfection; the moving of art to the wall of decision and creation. The unconventional surfaces as wisdom. There is an essential compression of impulses dispersed in operatic form. The insistence to peruse is natural, it’s where the person is restored.
From the feather edge of thoughts, stewards like marching memories stand red brick building firm. I see the common space between here and there; a sliver of everything important. I sense the layers removed. There is persuasion when the untold surfaces of common spaces, rehabilitate gray skies into the summer of youth Breezes find … More I HEAR THE SOUND
There was an unwillingness of movement. A stretch like tree tops in a tempest. A few indistinguishable words slipped clumsily into the air. The visions were intangible; the ones you think you touch but fail to feel. It was a spirit dream, a celebration of aesthetics. A temporary creation of interior thoughts like running … More OPEN UP
There is no relief when regarding the loss of time. Festivals pass without notice like nameless night trains. The moon offers no concern for words and unkempt phrases. Seasons are unacquainted with your sorrow or joy, or the bruises received. Whispers and half closed eyes remain suspicious in the deepening fray of night when your … More WASTE NOT
He was a standing man of stone. An iron gate fixed into ground. In his eyes was a tempest of seriousness. Hands calloused from years of grappling with building and tearing down. His shadow moved under the caution of direct intent. He smiles infrequently, only when mentioning his son. He carries a newspaper, his contact … More RESPECT
It was beautiful because. A cool light shaded the solitude of a sycamore lined dirt lane. Broad leafy boughs arrested the passage of afternoon sunshine. Carpets of moss and grass are radiant, solid and durable; a green hum of inheritance. It’s a favorable place. Bewildering too those passing through. An oasis to others walking slowly. … More A FRESH LOOK
Roger Singer 