Railroad Avenue. Cinders and broken glass. Warm engines blowing smoke. Old men with hats, suspenders, stained work boots and pants. Great stories of Louisiana bayous, marshlands, mountains and oceans. Empty freight cars transporting lost souls and homeless dreams. Wooden platforms, benches carved with names. Trackside families. Steady work. Scars and sweat. Creosote … More MEMORY GHOST
A generation of beginnings the waters of creation wrung from opening souls like coded scripture, a blossoming without restriction deeply rooted without withdrawing perusing the work accepting success never yielding breaking from common people endurance and strength the need to share the heart to open the chance to improve.
Disturbed waters are the evidence of youths seeking a smooth belonging; searching to square off the circle. They are dreamers between rocks, pushing from a hard place, attempting to re-create the beginning without pain, escaping the fires between the lines. Fingers bait the eyes into corners. Second chances come at a cost. Seek to … More SEARCHING
There was a lifting of dreams, a rising of hope. An overreach through memories. A rhythm of power covering the wounds of neon’s from towns without names and unfamiliar faces. He was a velvet hitchhiker searching for a yawn of Relief. Secret angels touch the soul of his shoulder guiding him away from creative misfortune. … More ONE STEP PAST
Speeding reckless tires, wheels of escape, the meaning of someplace else; answers between mileage markers. Humid breezes flip through the car. A lightening chrome grill pushes hard through stale air, biting it in half, it twists down the side of the car forming coils of tornadoes. Dashboard Madonna. Rearview mirror rabbit’s foot. Empty pockets hold … More ON AND THROUGH
It was the shape of a special place a noble treasure balanced and simple dedicated plans are released into later resting is an illustrious earning and all pieces are prizes decades have been absorbed here while passing before a straw framed mirror and decorations are of favorite shapes framed photos and vintage sand a … More AT THIS PLACE
My pen delights me, stirring within the cast of granite to speak of a father I knew, raising children; three meteors rising. He was humility possessing deep waters overlooking faults and premises of promises, drowning out failed expectations avoiding anger while entertaining uprightness. He was solid with love caring for the blood of his blood … More STANDING STRENGTH
The memory place. A filling in of the in-between with disarmingly haunting voices wrapped in frail burlap. A cooperative sadness strives to overtake. Faces like mannequins appear with irregularity, easing the initial pains of those left behind; everyone’s looking for a familiar song. Red brick walls with a faded ad stares from the second floor; … More NEXT STREET OVER
It’s my shoreline. A place of footsteps and whispers, high clouds, blue cobalt skies, forever horizon; it’s a song I live. A moment brings me in, an hour holds me tight. It’s a place without time, without changing, it holds the strength of me. I am the shadow of here. I stand on the edge … More MY ROCK
There was a narrow reason to mourn A cerebral molting spread over partly framed orderly opinions He was a recluse of twisted dreams pure with talent a personal connection to the souls of interest within his circle He formed a texture of words weaving clouds into reality Rain washed him, arms … More GONE
Roger Singer 