Low clouds dampen an early Fall afternoon. Sounds of pigeons overhead and newspapers opening become absorbed into an unmistakable dullness. People hold hands, thanking the stars for dreams coming true. Puddles of last nights rain reflects treetops and corners of buildings protected by gargoyles. The aroma of tar and steam touches everyone passing … More FROM UP HERE
Rain with feeling sounded on my head, running through my hair, dripping with random lines onto my face, like tears without reason, they course onto my shirt. The ground glistens, painted clean, each object baptized with water; the opening sound of wind builds like an orchestra warming for night. The sky soon reopens with … More A MOMENT ALONE
The long and short of the past pulls at the soft undercurrent of hard tales exposing the haunting of our hallways. We try to separate the pain, dripping the soap of half-truths onto the dirt, reducing surface tension; don’t be the first to throw a stone at sin. High tide doesn’t blame the shoreline … More HOLD BACK THE STONES
The eyes feel the words between the lines, between the breaths, between the smiles and disbelief. Close to the heart the charms of memories warm the soul. Your hands shape the revelation of the journey like shadows over water, releasing answers slowly like a garden growing. Be patient with thoughts. Holding high decisions of weight. … More THE CROSSOVER
When you go somewhere as a stranger you can blend in as an unaware traveler avoiding name introduction or needless small talk while roaming unconcerned regarding schedules wearing your favorite shirt and red sneakers free of critical opinion you pass a store window and smile back at yourself then merge with the shadows of a … More TEMPORARY NOBODY
Bring on the ancestral winds, the colliding of clouds with thunder rolling and breaking into silent valleys and the souls of weak men. Let the deep of the deep surface, Let it breathe to the top and bring with it forceful sounds and the wet of rain and clean satin moisture promising to wash city … More CLOUDING UP
A teasing wind brushes through thick pine boughs, ruffling their surfaces with drunken intention. A mischievous breeze rattles the bones of shutters and window panes. An overrun of coolness circles like a hungry thief. Shadows form Halloween masks and creatures without heads. Each step is weighted. Weakness has no place while the clearest of eyes … More STEP LIVELY
An overhead subway creeps between brownstones. Sharp shadows like falling venetian blinds cut across the moving cars. From the street below steam pipes belch gray mists. Visions of the city become abstracts of other visions; seldom is there a clear choice. Late night diners with doors open and tables full of lively hand conversations, … More WASHED OVER
Street lights sign in as dusk resigns to darkness. Scattered shadows of leaves dance on midnight sidewalks. Homes sleep in silence. Dark breezes lift curtain edges, creating life from worn cloth. Porch lights dot the galaxy of streets. Picket fences keep strangers away but ghosts pass through freely. A train whistle, distant yet sharp, bleeds … More MIDNIGHT
Hallway footsteps create a sad rhythm. Neon lights break over cracked linoleum. The elderly carry groceries in a cold wind; their facial wrinkles are road maps of experience. Young people speak of someplace else. They gather under stars of tragedy, dreaming in black and white; visions unworthy of being in color. Their lives grasp … More SOMEWHERE STRANGERS
Roger Singer 