Red cowboy boots. Dust with living legends. Blue jeans, the working uniform. Skies with danger and full sun. The aroma of wet hay and work horse saddles. Leather reins, the steering wheel bound to a bit. Seasons that blend. Calloused hands. Facial lines, the human rings of trees. Sweat stained hats. Beards and tattoos. Cold … More BUNK HOUSE
There is no unhappiness in a stonewall. Its industrial beauty shrugs with humility. Seasonal wars have no effect on its lines. There is nothing porous about it. The stones once buried within ancient soil are like diamonds and pearls, protecting the perimeter of its birthplace. Fortune blesses the license of its presence each day; a … More ANCIENT LINES
It’s a train car without wheels. A gathering for the subculture. An information center of new and yet to happen. It’s a stopover between this and that. Art deco, vinyl and stainless steel. Formica countertops and a bathroom without a lock. A jukebox with failed neon’s struggles in the corner. Eggs and coffee all day. … More AN EMPTY SEAT
There was a caution in the air. A thin front of yellow yielded to heavy black layers of a disruptive sky crawling menacingly above. Thunder sounded from the hands of trauma, releasing repeated detonations. The calm surface air quickly became an unlikely opportunity for safety. Nature began to carve out its design of strength in … More ALMOST OVERHEAD
The favor of rain washed the city. Wandering masquerades of hats and umbrellas blossom the storm. Vehicle horns curse the air. Sewer covers are the genius of casual art work. Steam pipes eject from below the devils exhaust. Puddles reflect the sky, passing tires shatter the image. Linens smoothly wave themselves dry. A cat warms … More A FULL WASH
I am a prisoner of dreams. My thoughts, stripped from time, drift me into shadowed corners. The gray and white melt from day, opening at night where eyes are teased by desert spirits. The rocks of memories are filled with ancient colors. Rivers pull at me, oceans lick my ankles. My voice is underwater, agonizing … More UNDERWATER
It was a drama unfolding, an energy of words on the attack, like a fountain of urchins catapulting in air creating and irregular sky. Abstract people shapes resembled stick drawings waving hands and arms like newspapers going aloft; creatures of thought, working the stream. There was no refuge from the granite of opinions, as the … More MY POINT
Railroad cars rattle to an uncomfortable stop. The heartless metal boxcars release a few late night traveling souls. The aroma of pitch and diesel fuel permeates cool air. Chameleon eyes survey temporary grounds for displaced scarecrows. Torn outer coats, shirts without buttons, uneasy hats all possess that insistent hunger common to all. They walk to … More FALLEN ANGELS
The bow carved a sharp signature through oceans charm; a moment of perfection. It was a revival of solitude, a refuge, seamless, unhurried, exposing soft edges. The wind was well mannered. The boat maintained its space, cutting a pathway from inspired design, slicing through without compromise. The rudder boasts a worthy thirst, … More COMMAND
It was a train in the sky. A thunderous ballad of unscripted percussions of warm and cold colliding; an influence without equal. The oncoming front sounded like a thousand warriors. running hard. Leaves turned over. Windows slammed shut. Animals sought shelter. A sequence of distant low frequency explosions pressed the air. There is no resolve … More FURIOUS
Roger Singer 