I am downwind from the crossroads, adrift on the offside a thought. I hear the language of midnight calling where there is no second choice. A vine of clouds snake twist over a blue gray sky. Rain is far off, though moving closer within the halves of minutes. Here at a back stairway any door … More THE NEXT CORNER
In the jam of the group one note sets the tone, created within smoky circles the sound complete, a tight message of music, fingers pulling the jazz, drums striking up a beat, brushing the day aside, as the horn digs deep, the sax pushes out a raspy scratch and the bass mellows into an undercurrent … More SIDEWAYS
A thousand flags in the hands of dancers grace the blue tiled floor in Solomon’s temple lifting together in praise and adulation. Horns strike to up heaven, harps and bells cut sharp the air raising a standard of worship by faith. Drums beat the rhythm of a nation. Voices together offer thanks through … More SOLOMON’S TEMPLE
The music had change and stretch, marching the sidewalks, turning heels and heads, twisting the jazz in into shadows with snap and burning where fingers speak a language of black tar streets and perfume rolls on the sweat of hands born into the arms of people stacked in apartments that … More A CITY MOVING
This ground is mine. I sweat it into growing. My eyes water the sound while my hands grasp the dirt, holding its generations of dust and stone with a blending of blood curing the colors making it good and right with sweet aroma passing through my hair rich with oils … More RIVER FULL
Car lights pass below on the street. Bloated twisted images spread shadowed alien figures onto building corners, peppering them onto flowered wall paper in my room, laying them flat with quiet colors. Tires hum grand and black, forming voices from the motion of speed on pavement. Red lights make for angry stops. Engines battle for … More STREET BELOW
A blue grey smoky air rolls over faces while voices speak in a hush as the band breathes between songs. Exhausted heels and tired ties melt into chairs without music; uncomfortable, they wait with anxious fingers tapping and shoes looking for space. Slivered clear ice rattles like chains in glasses of promise, as a captured … More BETWEEN SONGS
I vision a place safe without loss, the beginning of new, the opening on all sides where anyone can relax and sing. It’s a shadow of a place, harbored beyond envy and hate, turmoil and strife. It’s the next train with an open boxcar. A bus sounding loud on a dusty road. A car with … More OUT THERE
A bristled silence settled between the pause of winds. Leaves relaxed like hands finding rest. A sliver of fading sunlight cut to the ground forming long lean shadows, resembling soldiers preparing for battle. Day resigns to gray overcast. Without permission, weather finds reason to change. Easterly winds baptize with rain. Dusk lowers its curtain. Night … More PREPARING
The crowded club jived with dance. High stepping fast fire slapping, leather turning as day releases into night and the passion of jazz. Diamond rings, teethe that shine, silky hands, twisted pearls, combed flat black hair, satin eyes and suspenders that snap. Rhythm makes the hands give in as … More CIRCLING STORMS
Roger Singer 