The very first time I viewed the ocean, its blue arms pulled me with selfish compassion, forcing me into its waves like a present being unwrapped. Without loss I pressed back, capturing the waters around me. Like a friend, long lost, or a home distant, the ocean released a language for me to open … More UNTIL NOW
Waves of wind. Thoughts pulled and pressed between sheets of cool air circle over the river while slowly rumbling its volumes of silent vortices slipping past the sleeping city. A flat placid surface hides the depths of its power, the fathoms of tangled trees, layers of silt and leaves and voices of lost souls. … More THE GREAT CIRCLE
A germ in the air, a color of motion weaving song of dance in a field where winds lift summer while holding hands with short seasons. The life of the ocean presses out an Egyptian blue, splashing ankles captured in sand where smiles reflect like diamonds. Long clouds, the ones like blankets lay … More DREAMING
The notes had feet running me down with slaps to my face speaking hard of the pain forged in rooms with smoke and ice as the beat jumped me like thieves intent on harm bruising with jive a blues fat with thick and jazz painted black. running songs fast with lust and catch them all … More BRUISING WITH JIVE
Ain’t it grand? muddy waters, delta deep, catfish frying, jambalaya boiling, sugar cane bending from warm thick passing, southerly breezes. Ain’t no denying music in the soul, gotta get out past mamma Jem into icy pans where beers waiting and whiskey calls with cool drops to sooth my hots. Girls deep dancing, and … More AIN’T IT GRAND
A wet silver wind dusts green morning leaves as they yawn into mornings first breath. Great branches, wrinkled fingers stretch into an open window sky, free of borders or curtains. Fallow clouds, rows of twisted strings, the hair of sleeping angels on the floor of heaven, drift without sound to the next place. … More HEAVENS FLOOR
The back stairway was a passage, an eye opening ritual of shadows and whispers seeking shelter behind a familiar door. Cracked plaster and numerous unknown stains are illuminated by a single light, its wire descending from a dark ceiling, faintly showing the way to go. It was a space without quiet, a conduit from here … More TRAVELERS
Soft music arrived in satin sound, like ribbons curled, drifting over blue waters where deep shadows move under the moon cast of silver light. Paper lanterns turn in warm breezes, striking slivers of light on circling dancers as the earth moves beneath. The rules of night open wide a dark carpet where voices … More DARK CARPETS
There was a brilliance of lights where streets were strung tight. A weaving of shadows and footsteps. Gifts of plenty and excited faces. The evening curtain of infinity space painted a dark background for stars beaming through ages of air. There is nothing fast with night. It covers with blankets the sins of day; the … More STEPPING OUT
A gauze of filtered light set the pattern of a checkered sun streaming across the table. An uneasy ghost of air plagued the room, circling quietly in an overhead fan then twisting to the floor where it slides into corners, stirring dust and yesterdays webs. A brief summer steals the warmth of August … More INFINITY SKY
Roger Singer 