I fell into the remembers today the how and why the places I walked with voices now removed and stories part and full some not real someone calls my name; no one is there trees and paths know me change moves in and replaces trying to recall works hard the memory threads … More ONCE AGAIN
He touched the side of me ocean eyes looking up from a gray face the alley was his home shadowed under day pulsing at night across his face a twisted scar of courage and half of the right ear missing he circled me shoulders balanced not a sound from the paws he was … More THE STRAY
There was disorder within the order a calmness unexplained the seasons understood, time blinked with favor the wonder of it all held captive the growth of something new reminding us of change the solid cornerstones remain benchmarks of what yet becomes real
A summer sun settles silently over a lakes glass top two shadows within the impulse of beauty glide over deep blue waters long wooden oars respond willingly to the love of pulling as we press away delicate ripples from the bow we evaporate over the surface blending into the company of natures … More THE OTHER SIDE
I found a glove folded behind a chair opening it as if it were alive I expected it to reach for my hand leading pointing guiding me to a safer place, places we visited where hands waved hello and goodbye I laid it on the table alone, like me hoping your return will reunite … More LOOK HERE
There’s a crossroad junction in west Texas a place far away from most of what we know a place with partially paved country roads stretching true to the compass and a few wild flowers growing like crooked fingers at the base of four stop signs every direction has a city at its end with … More FROM HERE
There was a meeting of loose waters tumbling words captured from streams overflowing looking inward to brilliance and tears stirring the imperfect dreams and shadowed corners awake they brought to the surface what was always there
Sometimes, sometimes no one is home on the inside of me where my voice has no return from the words released the inside shadow finds no shadow the echo of a name a voice I always thought responded back from a corner I knew by comfort where my eyes knew every blemish … More PAST DUE
Charcoal shadows lay flat like iron sprayed across walls then spills silently onto a fallowed field suffering from a lack of love. a blood sun spreads warm rivers over streets and sides of tired brick buildings. an emotional wind creates sounds resembling whispered words pushed through fences and back porch screens.
Early winds signatures of change branches sway under invisible forces from all sides pushes past objects never restricted intent always direct untraceable altering without reason curving through cities tumbling into canyons unimpeded over deserts
Roger Singer 