sleep, the back half of what was, leftovers from today, ghosts of the past stepping through an open door without resistance as the sand underneath changes to water, drowning your breath or pushing you from a rooftop sparing your impact, your death, until repeated another night
WALK AWAY an audible moan of muted thunder crosses over the surface of this unknown road stirring the air and dust from fence posts and porches barbwire sky flashes send jagged pitch forks into the caldron of disturbed weather a warning to take the other side of this unknown road and walk away
satin breezes like angel wings glide over the soul of water a cloud of mist, rarefied air, drifts within classic circles of style creating a message within motion, a language spoken without words
our car lights cut a shinning path over a dark surface as we pass below boughs of great trees I lean out the window watching leaves twist as we hurry past stars blink on a dark infinity sky warm air rushes through my hair, my eyes blink with excitement our street … More OUR DUSTY ROAD
his hair spoke the language of wind whipping over his ears falling onto a furrowed forehead an ocean of air rushes and gathers against gravity pushing its weight against the presence of his salt and light bone and blood
spider stars high above suspended glory drawing my eyes to swim up within cool clean air receiving forgiveness as everything opens up and moonlight falls back onto my face I realize I am a hermit visitor within a moving universe
A slap of cold air bruised blue the covering of my skin A bullying wind caught me by the neck twisting my hat yesterday’s newspaper jumped from the grasp of a fence lodging at my ankles like a homeless pup night pulls dark over my steps.
Voices in the hallway soft like parchment falling to the floor muffled words pressing against morning air as shadows cross over cracked plaster walls there was an intentional restraint of voices creating a curious drama for those listening behind closed doors it sounded like promises were presented to return sighs of … More NOT SURE
Yesterday’s pain looks up from underwater gasping for air from the previous day black cats walk soft before the wall where the courageous the weak and those without voice stand somewhere there’s a recovery net to catch the hopeless before striking the ground a wide generous surface providing the first step forward … More A GOOD PLAN
The trees see everything observing the hunter and the prey the fox pauses, his nose sensing the air then presses on as a rabbit holds court in silence the ground is moist, below the surface winter retains its hold twigs lay scattered from icy winds and leaves carpet the moss providing protection … More ALL SEEING
Roger Singer 