His unmade appearance appeared complete. He walked with a leaning intention; his eyes half pointed down, observing the ground while ignoring the sky. He shouldered a number of illusions hidden behind shadows. His youth was brief; adulthood was always close to his thoughts. Days were full of walking, quoting poems and parts of speeches. His … More AN ODD MAN
A thickness of night. Coolness smoothing over the yard, removing the last remnants of day’s heat; windows shut and sweaters appear. The lakes dark surface humbles even the brave. Inside, cabin lights extinguish like falling stars. Night sounds filter through aged screened windows. The aroma of pine lingers heavy in the air. Soft voices respect those … More I REMEMBER
A high heat pushed roadway lines sideways. Crowds trample the streets as they pull themselves toward a destination within a sea of shoulders and elbows. Fire escapes spread waffle slanted shadows onto faded bricks. A radio pushes static into an alley where a man sleeps near dented garbage cans releasing the aroma of yesterday. … More EYES OPEN
There’s a room in the between. A room with three walls for thoughts and an open side accepting a wide flow of words onto the altar where their weighed and judged for worthiness. Years of words are watered here in the garden of expression, until finally harvested and released to be viewed by others and … More ARRIVING
I remember the shadows and the long arms of equal strength. I see the smiles and pain and the seasons passing. The voices stream out into a river of noise until I hear the one voice I’m looking for. The thoughts provide a salve of healing. There are scars, but no longer visible. The … More A COTTAGE SONG
Trade winds rustled palm frontons like fingernails scratching sandpaper. Waves with no intention of leaving roll onto forever white sand, quickly reforming for the next round. Midday’s warmth builds into layered heat. Shade is gold as the coolness circles the skin, refreshing like a shower of air. Emerald green water continues to fold over on … More THE ISLAND
The jazz sweeps the lonesome form me feeding my needs and filling my wants digging into deep and pulling up like an anchor rising from the a dark blue breaking the gold blue surface releasing my pain spinning it like a top faster into fast onto the floor past dancing feet breaking the sound into … More BREAKING SOUND
There is no wrong side of the river or the tracks; the sun and rain blesses both side. Nickels and dimes build into a wish. Lightening brightens a dark road. A stray dog avoids strangers and empty pockets. Trains own their sound. At the end of the line it coughs up the last of weary … More ALL AROUND
It was nearly morning. The ills of night slowly pushed aside for the presence of day. Sleep and dreams mended indifferences; the result would be eye opening. The laurels of day were yet to be placed on the shoulders willing to challenge. Time became the perfect order, like an orchestra blending its beginning into … More ONE MORE STEP
The wind was running straight, ignoring curves and shadows and roads without shoulders. Mountains barely visible expanded the horizon as mist faded under a morning sun. The day was a schedule of untried options while stretching under a twenty four hour clock, releasing yesterday and welcoming today. There are no chances lost or … More A NEW START
Roger Singer 