Air notes of glass slip sharp through smoke, cutting a path to a crowd lazy with music sitting under willow trees holding hard the jazz like warm black roads of summer. Fat clapping hands, long days of beer and evenings short of gin, cool his hands into the drain of … More FIRE WITHIN
I move about in seasons I call my own knowing people, the names I sometimes forget, but not the back doors where diners are served. dogs like me, following my steps knowing something about me, liking the traveling I do. Kids think I’m funny, cause I never grew up, and … More I’M OK
A wave of voices claims pastures of air lifting up songs of worship and praise encouraging the downcast and healing broken hearts. The choir reaches into willing souls with keys shaped like notes turning locks and setting loose with words a fresh breath of life.
A willing sax throws out notes like hungry fishermen with long lines of baited hooks into deep swirling waters where souls swim as the wiggling masses tread close with thirsty ears and anxious hands breaking hard the surface calling them that want as eyes go wide and feet twist under shouldered sways while … More WHERE SOULS SWIM
In his fingers a burning pressed hard to the surface. His thoughts smoldered heavy in thick smoke circling about him, then burst like spattering grease into dangerous thirsty flames. His sharp cut pork pie hat danced in circles like planets spinning out of control. Blue dark sunglasses reflected the crowd while hiding … More FAT IN THE JAZZ
The second self of me is the gift unwrapped. The adventure in need of a path. A stone to be dislodged. A bridge that crosses every part, leading to passions and fears. It’s a road without a friendly door or room without a place to hide; My second self forces me to sunlight. I’ll … More SECOND SELF
The key of salvation is the promise of turning the hope of the unseen sincere forgiveness received by faith established by truth peace and understanding where light casts no shadow and the faithful pray for wisdom while receiving mercy accepted by grace filled with joy a blessing beyond words while … More RECEIVED BY FAITH
The music of her is a ribbon untied and streams of silk break free like summer stars on the foreheads of angels as I feel the thick of myself, as if running under water becoming trapped in the listening of the jazz like the first time it blanketed me with a rocking upside down … More THE UPSIDE OF RELEASE
There is a thirst in my fire. A cloud heavy with wet, ready to release a river. In my head a muscle pushes rocks, forcing rivers to overflow, changing the course of brown gravel into the sounds of me. I am a prisoner of music. The maker of jazz and the roll of … More THAT JAZZ THING
Labored wipers edge the smooth curved surface with vengeance as the final reach snaps a forceful wet slapping, shoving aside the enemy of night……water. Headlights course heavily through the drops as the beams stretch toward the next curve like a child reaching for candy. Creatures of night absorb the car, hovering over as if waiting … More NIGHT DRIVE
Roger Singer 