Night travel the vehicle of sleep a voyage beneath eyelids a place of forgiveness absent of answers voices remembered faces forgotten a little bit of heaven from a preachers heart the sound of hell from a gamblers hands favorable moons the burn of lemons and the taste of honey crossroads in the … More JUST UNDER
At the end of the earth there’s a diving board where grieving souls and soiled hands search for security and a higher calling there comes a realization there are no road signs or directions but the hope there’s a safety net after the jump
The desert curls itself up flat at night an uncaring landscape off sand and spiders day’s heat retreats into silence, leaving behind a numbing cold cacti stand guard over nothing snakes slither into holes under useless rocks scavenger animals prowl without much to show the terrain is life without … More STAY AWAY
A song of night the slow creep of cars heading for the next town and wayside roads where broken hearts gather at an empty desert gas station someone reads “The Howl” out loud the fear and dreams we live up to bus driver’s work the road curious eyes imagine the release of … More CRESTED LIZARD
Thru all the corners past clothes lines pointing east and west a pocket full of matchbooks badges from towns passed through, never stayed long traveled in open boxcars with men wearing hats cowboy boots faded jeans standing like kings overlooking the land passed over 10,000 streets not one name remembered
She possessed a doubtful overture of laughter like an inner shadow shielding pain when speaking with passion she covered her heart as if preventing it from being captured by worldly pursuers she rarely spoke of holy things, only then, a half smile when bored she gazed about slipping away with a faint … More MOSAIC
There stretched out, the ocean perfect in all shapes protected ancient in wisdom its waters sound welcome to all though it knows not the broken heart life without love shadows of death yet maintains its authority to always be there
The soul of singing is a glorious sunshine like a sea of golden wheat tops ready for harvest as morning unfurls a heavenly glow emerald softened leaves twist at the request of passing breezes ground shadows from the hands of clouds cool the skin while a piece of sunshine crosses over a back … More A GOOD START
We are marked by our shoreline the footsteps left behind the ones dreamed of the seasons that began and others forgotten by choice tides washed us gently circling the waves never stopped synchronous beats smooth some troubled all beneath a humble moon
It’s the river thick with flow a moving mass of air over motion full of whispers shadowed in the past of me near where street cars pound metal and smoke stacks send signals raining soot in alleys and corners where pain and sweat speak of days of youth once thought never to end where prayers … More IN FULL VIEW
Roger Singer 