What right is of this? The passage from strength, the wall of stone held between paper fingers. What faith is within the ashes of belief? Altars of gold images dance proudly on heads. What calling speaks a name to step through fire? To a place of new winds … More WHAT
Sidewalk chatter open curtains honest hands sanskrit stories of wishing wells falling stars and fire escapes on summer nights when breezes are absent and the city heats while weak fans labor under blankets of humidity making summer sweat into frustration rain washing off sidewalk chalk that dusty carpet from innocent hands creating still colored life … More CEMENT CANVAS
Smooth sweet wood mellow messages warmly delivered like summer rain rich with flavor notes of chocolate candy for ears rolling sweetness through the head into the fingers and tapping toes like running winds pulsing and pleasing falling with purpose wrinkling a shirt or a dark hat then dripping coolly … More HE CAN PLAY
It’s a life of folding. Pressed down, gazing into unassuming faces, like clouds, changing and then reshaping. Songs are the blankets of thoughts. Small voices provoke streams of words. Silence opens the eyes to creative volumes. We protect. Holding the candle of our flame close. Opening up too soon could close us down. Dreams tempt … More IT’S ALL ABOUT
Off balanced laboring fans push diner air onto walls stained yellow. Customers lean over tables, whispering, pointing fingers and then laughing, breaking into the clatter of plates and silverware. Waitress’ weave around tables delivering the beginning of meals. Counter people nod to the cook who prepares their regular. The door opens. Cold air rushes in … More GOOD COMPANY
Songs overflow from doors opening to the sidewalk where.neon lights baptize the weak, stirring the curiosity of a night strung tight while others pray in alleys whispering their sins under a celestial curtain as stars cross behind the black of space where not a molecule is out of place as cool air covers the tapestry … More FINDING NIGHT
A blue veined sky stretched overhead touching horizons with a quiet thinness. A cellophane skin covered the sun, like a mist in a dream being pulled tightly with the cord of your thoughts as a reckless collision of emotions presses hard to the surface, fighting for importance; the words from yesterday and the doors today … More TONIGHT’S DREAM
FROM HIS SOUL The bass player was full of the night and shadows of dark. Emotion spirits jumped from the strings sliding into ears where bones rattled In a storm of winds running wild from his fingers a picture of jazz twists from his soul.
FRONT STREET A heavy metal door slams tightly forcing calm footed pigeons up, vibrating humid air as they rise over the backside of Front Street. Clotheslines run between red bricked buildings, like knife blades over the alley as curtains flap against peeling window frames hoping for escape. Rusted fire escapes provide summer comfort for gossip … More FRONT STREET
Stand firm, hold the ground, let courage strengthen you; lions roar only when necessary, choosing battles before war creates division. Sermons call to arms willing souls bound for glory under the flag. Worthy causes stir the need to deliver for the sake of honor and faith focusing the light on the good and just.
Roger Singer 