On the bank of a wide river where pause collides with slow a man and a guitar finds rest under dripping moss. His broad fingers find refuge with the strings like captured moths circling feverishly around a single hanging bulb. A calico cat appearing dead brushes its tail without order to the … More A WIDE RIVER
One in the morning. I stretch, turning off the light. My book falls to the floor. Looking up, a cerulean mist hangs as my eyes adjust. A curtain of black soon covers the room. A diesel truck passes by below. A window shuts in anger. The night stand clock hums out of tune; an electric … More EARLY
I am a traveler within the space familiar to me. The area surrounding, the region full of what I know best and how I appear to others and myself. This land is of my youth; tree swings, paths toward home and back doors always unlocked. Windows blossom with curtains and flowers pots in need of … More THIS PLACE
His gift thrives from his pain as he trumps the air with his horn. Golden flashes strike the wall as his hands lift the notes weighted with years. His music draws in with pull while the sounds push then tease twisting around faces like lovers’ fingers begging for mercy. He … More PUSH AND PULL
It was a raining of dreams, like stars falling on the edges of safe harbors, encouraging the heroes we have inside as visions of advancing shadows pressed through a gray descending mist until images of horses appeared; their muscles burdened with motion, running past, thundering the ground, until blending into black curtains. The forest is … More JUST BEFORE AWAKE
COMPANY OF ANGELS I have fallen into company of angels. Brushed by wings of heavens understanding. I am paused, held as if in the comfort of sleep. Though arms spread ocean width, they fail to equal a moment of praise my lips willingly confess. … More COMPANY OF ANGELS
A smudged light struggles to the sidewalk, escaping past greasy diner windows, blurring its last strength onto a traffic burdened surface. Lonely faces, fat arms, tattoos of knives and bleeding hearts pass under the tide of night. Hats tipped. Collars up. Nervous hands. Fists clenched. Fingers pointing. Unwashed faces. For all who seek, there is … More CITY DINER
Cannonades of sound spilled out announcing the coming and going of time the salt of thoughts watered with oceans persistent waves like gladiators of foaming armies spreading wide the release of tossing sand and rocks seeking a new level unasked for until lifted by or rolled out to calmer decorated ergs waiting to be tugged … More BACK AND FORTH
The back porch creaks of age as feet press a voice from its surface. A song from a guitar keeps time with the sway of lazy moss. Crickets hungry for noise, satisfy the appetite of their energy. Dusty shoes got the soul of tapping, slapping the ground with the beat … More A NIGHT SONG
A long bleeding whistle strikes the air over a small village. Rattling wheels of the black engine spills steam to the sides where trees grow and children point with curious eyes. The song of shivering metal runs the tracks hard; doors, front lawns, gates and faces all appear the same. The next curve and bend … More 93 MILES TO GO
Roger Singer 