I have roads in my pockets. Curves and straightaways own a piece of my steps, as I never look back over a thunderstorm wet shoulder; hats have a way of getting in my way. I’ll find a coat for winter and shorts for summer. I found a pair of sneakers in Phoenix and some … More PASSING BY
A ritual with friends, an open meadow under a night sky, lying back tracing stars as clouds divide and uncounted winds slip away we inherit the oblivion, nourishing curiosity as the orbits of eyes absorb the greatness. Slowly, with hesitation, we leave a memory of footprints and the dampness of our words, until once … More GREATNESS
A message in the clouds hovering over a backroad. A broken thread releases a gallon of dreams where night birds run unchecked on country roads. The unspoken order of fragile pledges prompts secret trespasser’s away from downtown fortresses for the unknown, the chance of speed, with a splash of hope and promises broken; there’s no … More DRAWN AWAY
It was a resolve of being unfinished like wrinkled sheets. His independent creative regard separated him from the herd, placing him in a fractured social pack, alone but accepted. Introductions were nail pounding, struggling with images of being overcome by strangers. Awkward passions and uneven ambitions remained smoldering as the empty page … More CAUTIOUS
It was a stampede of wheels into a darkness thick as sand. The temperature sprayed heat long past the drop of sun. Engines like the coyote’s scream bring on chills. The cars race to a spot just beyond the edge of nothing. Wild songs dance with air. Bottle tops rain onto blacktop where rubber burns … More UNCHAINED
There’s a moment of shade for everyone. A chance to reflect familiar breezes and places of safety integrated from youth. Deep nostalgia draws exiles of thought searching for an outpost nearby, though just out of reach. It’s the thread left behind. A footprint of passage, the search to discover the end where there are layers … More SURVIVING
A fallen sun drowned in black. Iron painted sky, the hammers of thunderstorms hidden within. Angel wings fall from heaven. Insane nightmares scream through canyon walls. Monsters live in the rush of rain; green blue waters hemorrhage mud brown. Cymbal crashing winds sever branches. The storm consumes the weak and unstable. The orchestra of … More OPEN ABOVE
The back surface of roads the lost brother of travel the flats where crossroads connect unevenly in chaos a point of standing stranded out of position rest areas, concrete tables chained garbage cans a sterile living room absent of comfort. cars park lovers confess secrets while drinking warm beer there’s a casual … More LONG AND FLAT
Skylines of the past. Barges full of memories. Secret wars of the mind releasing reminders. Finding your way on a bridge of suitcases while conditioning to change. under satellites of ideas thawing frozen winds as day delivers.
A felt hat. A round angel wing molded from seasons. Warming the think machine while wandering the town in winter from rains and frost on the jacket borrowed from a clothesline in an alley where last night’s party revelers slept through a midnight rain while some searched for fame and dreams beyond the fingertips beneath … More IN THE MOVE
Roger Singer 