Author: rogersinger

STORYTELLERSTORYTELLER Words of search create voices with an appetite of design. The storyteller opens wide doors in corners where shadows, like broken glass, desire to repair. His tales were dreams yet to happen; visions of three legged dogs, birds with one wing and cats singing. Everyone welcomed the images while sitting silently while as words tumbled out of his hallway of memories. There were promises, confessions and minced oaths. He spoke in parables, naming the characters. A circle of visions appeared within him. He is full on develop, as stories are printed behind his eyes.

October 19, 2016

THE RELEASE

October 14, 2016

THE RELEASE     The crossover to sleep is a distance unmeasured.  Awake is sacrificed for a corner of quiet; a temporary market until delivered before voices without images and shapes undergoing changes.   We toss our thoughts like the sheets flowing over us; there’s an unwary boldness rising into hero status.   Night watches … More THE RELEASE

WHAT YOU GOT

October 11, 2016

WHAT YOU GOT         “Why you smiling playing that jazz?”  She asked with serious eyes and lips parting the oceans of my thoughts.   “It’s the spirit shadow inside me.”  I replied, smiling into her deep pool eyes and hurricane hair.   “It pushes you into play?  Making fingers find the notes?”   I … More WHAT YOU GOT

ANCIENT COLORS

October 8, 2016

ANCIENT COLORS     It was the last sign.  A crease in the weather where the beginning blends into a final draw, submitting to the curtain of seasons.   A pocket full of pressed parables circled within the eventide of lost logic and faded common sense.   The sky shouldered misted illusions casting shadows onto … More ANCIENT COLORS

The Next Step

June 20, 2016

A low wind without voice brushed the small third story window where she looked out. The ocean, not far away, lay clam like a lion dreaming of the hunt.   Her bed, unmade.  Covers tossed, evidence of nights trappings and the places in-between.    She whispers a psalm from waking lips.  Coffee completes the eyes … More The Next Step

BACK ROOM

May 23, 2016

A low light struggles to create shadows. Curtains hang lifeless before an open window. A radio in a back room whispers out a sound between static and humid air. Men gather, choosing favorite chairs. Cigarette and cigar smoke drifts up forming its own cloud. Working calloused hands hold weathered playing cards. Suspicious and curious eyes … More BACK ROOM

ANOTHER FOOTPRINT

May 18, 2016

ANOTHER FOOTPRINT     There are shadows of reminders stepping into our days, our years. Long pauses of thoughts rise slowly to the surface. We consider the chances while dissecting the meaning of how our footprint explains our past.   Our walk becomes a series of runs. Glancing off one reminder of what to do … More ANOTHER FOOTPRINT

BUILDING BLOCKS

May 18, 2016

Words tumble. Catching one out. Proving a point or wounding a heart.   Dark storms brew within the thoughts. Like a rising tide flowing out quick to sooth or heavy with pain.   In the corner of the mind where shadows whisper, comparing and dissecting ideas and dreams preparing a path for words going out. … More BUILDING BLOCKS