I vision a place safe without loss, the beginning of new, the opening on all sides where anyone can relax and sing. It’s a shadow of a place, harbored beyond envy and hate, turmoil and strife. It’s the next train with an open boxcar. A bus sounding loud on a dusty road. A car with … More OUT THERE
Innocent violence creates the sediment of the street. The people, the open windows, full of colors, spirits lifting out of gray shadows and black roads. The streets are never satisfied, always hungry, hands reaching Hammering voices, Words speaking loud and sweat dripping. City spirits drift uneasy, searching alleys for faces hiding. … More HIGH GROUND
Men absent of home circle the fire with wide brimmed hats. Eyes full of long roads and cold hands absorb the heat under windless dark skies. Somber lips release words of low tone. Whispers merge with the snap of fire as quiet moods settle like cold soup. Lines of smoke and sparks rise … More NIGHT CIRCLE
A great black quiet above lay sleeping. An engine without steam or heat. A mouth lost of words. An open sky. Stars shining their jewels; eyes without faces pasted in a forever place. A steady hand. Fingers pointed with wishes fall prey to tomorrow; the hope of change knows only pain. Time folds over, presenting … More
Over the oceans uneven surface the oarsmen strain against ancient currents. Muscles ache with weight and drive. The waves seek dominance on the boats direction, altering the course, only to be set right with flesh and strength. A linen light mist layers on hats and shoulders. A gray leather sky broods above in silence. The … More MEN AND FATHOMS
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 a … More A MOMENT ALONE
His strangeness lays a comfort on distant water, too far to name, too cold to be near. Wheat fields. Gold stringed faces stand void of riches like the man; both weave under winds from an angry heaven. Endless dark space above watches the brim of his hat and dull scratched buttons on a coat he … More DEEP WELLS
The crowd, a mass of willing flesh, absorb the fire of his sound. Their greed is unsatisfied, unquenched, burning with the blood of dance; it warms cool air. The man with great voice tastes his words, releasing thoughts from corners and shadows, spreading the jazz, bandaging the hurt in the … More FALLEN STARS
A wind in the water presses to the surface; currents turn circles in oceans. The paths of the ancients push dark waters aside as they pull from lands, meeting in the center. Bones rest deep in blue black sandy depths. The violets of eyes wilt, feeding the hungry and … More FATHOMS
Spring awakened a morning of blossoms; the evidence of night color drained like a moon governing tide. Low on a magnolia tree, at the crossroads of branches, a flower, no less strong in color than those canopied above, spread its paddle fan pedals richly in pearl and pink. The approach of a late … More MAGNOLIA CHARM
Roger Singer 