Eyes of clouds watched with swollen curves as the earth passed below, its streets busy and sidewalks solid paths of souls colliding and then draining off, opening doors, filing in and out with random irregularity. The day is a flash of courage on a millennial stage, as the sands of people speak of how … More BETWEEN CLOUDS
I keep meeting myself in circles, bumping into the back of me where I anxiously push but fail to gain passage; I am subject to my slow going A turnstile of arms walls against me. The success of passing one leaves another in the width of my path; always a barrier. The ingredients … More MY CIRCLES
We are water in a great river. Each with a clock buried deep within as we search for a place not yet seen. We move in flocks and herds, down roads without numbers, climbing stairs to doors unfamiliar. There is a calling within a few. A message scrawled on the heart, a word … More RUNNING THE RACE
Just let it crash on me heavy like summer rain washing my face beating me like wind over with around twisting my thoughts straight with moving jazz like catching a train that never stops traveling hard with song holding me like lovers eyes winking fat with lust making me stumble drunk with needs and calling … More CARRIED AWAY
We are water in a great river. Each with a clock buried deep within as we search for a place not yet seen. We move in flocks and herds, down roads without numbers, climbing stairs to doors unfamiliar. There is a calling within a few. A message scrawled on the heart, a word … More RUNNING THE RACE
An over wind pushed up a black shirt collar; his shoes form a bond with wet sidewalks. His eyes absorb the night, like a hawk searching the land. Lines of street lights step him from one circle to the next, where he slides through shadows with cool his face. The sky broods … More THE GARDEN OF SKIN
The dreams of me chased the years from my paths. Directions wrong turned. The failing of doors to open. Places I should have risen in, claiming the rights of me, applauding with hands upon my arrival. Lights left on. Messages unanswered. Towns without names or faces familiar. The roads I know have beaten their … More CHOICES OF ME
The door was half open or half closed. A silent message of entry or release. Quiet held the air hostage. Outside sounds found another place to speak into day. Moments of decisions gnaw at choices. The whereabouts of capturing a thought or driving it out hung in the balance. Each life walks a line, visible … More SEEDS OF DIRECTION
There is a sideways to life, when the steps of hesitancy alter a forward course. Though the ground remains unshaken, we tremble with instability, as the enemy of doubt sets up camp. A war begins. The air is full of wind and rain forcing us to seek shelter from this storm and … More SIDEWAYS
A building torrent of storms forced a crazy going, pushing in and hammering out a day swollen with clouds and wind. A broken night rumbled like passing trains thundering through, heavy with rusted metal, beating a rhythm without equal. Lightening streaked, slamming the sky, sawing the air with bold power, blinding quickly and … More MOVING ON
Roger Singer 