The oversight of day. The thinkers living on caffeine. The poets and playwrights. The The oppressed and faithful. They all come to the Midnight Diner. A box car express rumbles by as cars with dents and paint scrubbed by desert winds breach the dirt parking lot, gliding over pot holes and crushed beer cans. … More WELCOME
IT’S COMING There’s a change developing without permission. It alters life and space. Oceans, sky, and rivers all submit to the oncoming of seasons. Summer is the briefest of children, Fading in the infancy of its beginning. Warm air and onshore breezes tease us between showers. Fall changes green into orange … More IT’S COMING
The route begins beyond the next corner; the guardian of travel, a watchtower circling before fires, creating a new path. Every village has desires dampened by lack of challenge; where breaths wait for courage to pass over new found eagerness. A few have conquered the fear, walking into new places, defeating chance, opening … More THE VILLAGE
STREET VIEW Indifference streaming. Decades of walls. Doors locked. Playgrounds hold the future. Dogs bark at shadows. Every fence leans with weak defense. Overgrown empty lots have no memory. Black suits and hats. Generations of braided hair and faithful prayers. Winsome songs slip to the background. Faces like flowers bloom with smiles. … More STREET VIEW
TODAY’S MASK It stands again. The opening of day. Clothes fashioned in dreams, purchased in the dawn of shadowed choices. We awake in aspirations. Forged in tosses and turns. We fill our hair from a shower to wash the sleep out. We transfer to the towel unused and excess water. The song of … More TODAY’S MASK
MIDNIGHT PASSED My town sits quiet. The sun has bled out. Blinds are tight. Dog chase cats in their dreams. Stop lights blink red. A billion stars hold silent over our spinning planet. Winds have muscled to another place. Cool air yawns onto lawns and weeds. Dew weeps without crying. The history of … More MIDNIGHT PASSED
FROM UP HERE Shadows run charcoal, flat like iron painted across walls as it spills silently onto a fallowed field suffering from a lack of love. A blood sun spreads rivers over streets and sides of tired brick buildings. An emotional wind creates sounds resembling words whispered through fences and back … More FROM UP HERE
WHERE I STAND Since childhood I’ve stood here, looking out as if waiting for something to appear. We are shorelines. Pressed by waves of thoughts, touched by winds of words, yet we feel safe in the safety of an eventide flow. We gather at sunset, remembering farewells while shading our eyes … More WHERE I STAND
SHIFTING TIDES Long thick lines. The gathering of waiting under city clouds. Anxious shoes and a suddenness of delirium stretches like sleep being thrown off. The mumbling mass prepares to strike out on separate paths while considering weighty thoughts; they groan without being heard. The songs of buses and car tires divert a … More SHIFTING TIDES
HEADING HOME Farewell to day. The heat layered high through dawn, spreading wide over spaces where long shadows formed beyond ancient obstacles burdened into place. Night….finally moved in. People casually scattered. Stars opened their windows onto a black sky. The desert diner closed up; its neon’s splizzed out a last drizzle of … More HEADING HOME
Roger Singer 