A guitar fills a soft space between soul and need releasing petals of sound merging into the blood of day. Wounds are healed within the weave of notes closing out loss strengthening bones and heart with growth. The sounds continue, watering unfolding blossoms as darkness retreats. The guitar soothes the moment, opening … More UNFOLDING
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
He belongs to the night people; stories without legs and fast rooms with slow talk. His music is the jazz that drowns out the guilt while overpowering the need for more. His words are like sledgehammers, crushing the crystal while sharp edges rub the skin of your listening. Sleep is an intrusion to … More OVERPARTS
THURSDAY Desperate hands open street awnings. The shade is welcome to pedestrians. The aroma of flowers and fruit swell through the street. Eyes of suspicion avoid contact but are curious nonetheless. Men with unbuttoned shirts and gold chains snap gum to the beat of their polished shoes. A gust of air lifts the … More THURSDAY
Recumbent warm air recedes under cool blankets of evening. Crickets voice night with searching; a dome of darkness encourages their song. Fragrant pedals of color fold over like melted silk; resting in repose under a closed nights eye. A lingering dying breeze crosses an open porch, teasing a rocking chair into faint motion; … More STILLNESS
Courage isn’t birthed in the shadow of doubt or in a desert of inactivity. Instead, it’s cultivated in the imagination of right. The wide grasp of victory is the appetite of achieving the brass ring while leaving the wooden horses behind. Courage is an instant thought. The suppressed action that steps forward, pushing self … More FORWARD
Puddles drip out and dry into a better day. Dragon flies circle with a thousand Searching eyes into a curving blue sky. Swift currents of morning words stream Past, holding the shadows of another day. Pointing fingers, the spiders of pain and arrows loosed, fall hard on the faces of war. … More ANOTHER CHANCE
There’s a shifting of power within the rivers down under surface. Where waters of no visibility present a flotilla of movable parts making their way downstream with the occasional restriction in the pathway to the ocean. Portions of land, homes, docks and various twisted debris move in silence and unbalanced order. Trees tumble and … More TO THE OCEAN
Songs from radios collide into disturbed air over the sidewalk. Sleeveless young men stand carelessly with searching eyes watching women pass. Street lights flicker. Cigarette smoke creeps lazily over shoulders from parted lips. A car horn trumpets a signal, forcing interest where none exists. Thick brass bolts secure storefronts to sleep until dawn stirs. … More COOLING SIDEWALKS
I just walked into the backside of out. A shadow familiar to me, although the road ahead was new. I took a bus to New Orleans. Open windows, crying kids, two days without a shower and living on crackers and warm beer. The city greets me with a hazy sunrise and the sounds … More THIS WAY OUT
Roger Singer 