A cast iron sky stretched over uneven buildings and streets where hats tip low and mannequins resemble the living. Quiet thoughts trouble the air. Words twist through the procession of long coats and cigarette smoke while the hard walk of work shoes demands a path. Shadows in corners whisper. Curtains hold onto voices, … More COLD AIR
There’s a distant place, a delicate vision created from the memory of questionably reality. Believing what was there may be the shadow of what was only part; we see the evidence of wind but not the actual wind. Soon the absurd becomes real, a parallel difference difficult to discern like the layers of an onion; … More PLAUSIBLE DENIABILITY
I saw a winking moon hide behind kingly pines where silence finds comfort in darkened leaning shadows and silver liquid beams slipped through thick boughs as the round full faced hanging around moon delivered light to paths on my way home.
Its where long streets with red lights stop the direction of forward motion. Boys in leather jackets. Girls with tattoos, red lipstick and black boots; bright smiles and sunglasses, fingers adorned with rings. Shoulders sway to all types of music. Hats and jackets form circles of color. They are artists of extreme quality, where personal … More FULL OF NOTICE
Unfinished crosswords and cigarettes feed the granite regulars at the diner. Torn vinyl and stained tiles welcome neighborhood regulars; black rimmed glasses, uncombed hair, cowboy boots, long sleeve shirts and a variety of hats. The food lacks life. Coffee fuels the thoughts. The place is a safety net dipped in grease. The radio stales the … More TAKE A SEAT
Gypsy soft shoes drift through the shadows of a campfire. Egyptian blue shirts and lime orange slippers dance in circles, forcing the excited sparks higher. Voices share experiences of survival and close calls. Men sport straw hats and Peruvian colored scarves. From peach basket seats, men smoke thick cigars; serious eyes foster cautious plans. The … More OVERNIGHT HOME
Street people sing the change cups full. They dance without care, laughing wide and loud. They search for the weak, catching their eyes, reeling them in; the uninvolved walk and avoid. The corner becomes a one ring circus. Traffic releases thunder. Children point. The elderly understand the caldron of poverty. Midnight ends the show. A … More RINGMASTERS
There was a silence unbroken when midnight had passed. The street, the town, all quiet like a rock. Above, a black horizon dotted with unnamed galaxies. I point out the stars with my finger as I surrender a warm breath into a cool evening; it fades slowly while joining dark fathoms. My steps draw a … More ALMOST THERE
Stop signs with bullet holes and a broken billboard oversee a wide intersection where the desert has no friends. Roadside trash lay mangled under scrub brush. Rain has no business here. Insects run safely across the road; shade belongs someplace else. Lightening scrapes a distant mountain top. Sheets of blue rain find someplace else to … More KEEP ON WALKING
It’s the things that make you………. The last stone in the wall, A single word worth more than many, The look that holds the attention, The song full of what we need, The day regardless of rain or sun, The dance that fills you with good, The voice you run too, The screen door … More YOUR SONG
Roger Singer 