Leaves arrange for night, the aroma of dark green stays close to the branches crickets capture a cruel cadence velvet breezes close the roses and day lilies reed tops lightly rustle a sandpaper hymn fireflies light a path to the nearest screen door flashing creative energy everything is painted with … More A GENTLE END
Summer is the end of all rules where cottages have open window neighbors and late high flat clouds like rolled blankets signal days end but not the end of dreams its where youth has no regrets and mistakes are minor and blessings abundant
It’s a long whistle putting the hand on men and women as the earth tilts pulling them past open wooden doors into the maze of machinery where generations stood and counted hours and years until the next bodies of youth replaced names on lockers and punch clock numbers as the work produced exceeded the quality … More MACHINE SHOP
THE PRICE WE PAY Anger and love broken shells parts scattered on life’s shoreline and deep waters hidden in clouds rolled out of storms under still waters suspended out of reach praying for balance understanding alone sometimes touching but not really touching the violence of gravity the weight of words unspoken destiny the … More THE PRICE WE PAY
From the fires comes the soil of independence a revolution of being disconnected resisting the effort to conform just to exist while the street calls for a voice and the paper for a pen desire hopes for the stars to align, discovering the balance under a full moon
Backyard hideaway supporting wings of travel flags turned flat and straight clouds above roll out mercy while angels move swiftly overhead as the earth continues to turn underneath those in need where wishes find passage into the softness of the praying soul discovering gold under the diamonds of eyes full of promise.
It was a like a movie of memories an afternoon of family pictures unreeling reflection shadows rainy day card games the aroma of cut grass, all reminders of heaven without sunshine and how time cruelly changed leaving some behind while unfolding others stiffly like a washed shirt on a winter clothesline … More CLOCK ON THE WALL
Sometimes a desert a dirt road off the highway a carpet of sand lifeless weeds twisted barbwire arroyos, tumble weeds and road signs shot to death wishing for something new doesn’t exist here no prayers or supplications on this level ground of desperate and forgotten speak of this place with respect its revenge … More BACKUP
There are mountains to behold some soft others of granite messages hidden within the folds of clouds some open doors worth forgetting closed ones we forgot to open a watershed of voices replaced by empty chairs by those passing to the other side we celebrated their life favoring the moments while looking … More LOOKING INTO
A wedge or orange waits for morning fingers a black cat at the screen door; a pinch of salt over the shoulder same radio songs weather changes clouds always appear last patch of snow in the shaded corner of the shed a few buds up high on trees thrive where sunlight … More WINTER FADES
Roger Singer 