The official opening of day lifts the blinds off night. The worms Of dreaming feast on the history of sleep, devouring the angels that attempt to free me. A warm fresh breeze softens morning. People in cars search for fields, escaping the wickedness of the game of where they should be. Its easier for the … More MEDIUM WELL
A dusky silk rain dampened warm humid air as a pale green yellow sky yielded to a pressing night a choir nearby rises through an open window singing under the wings of angels Church candles weep during long prayers the flickering light slips over calm waters where a hypnotic intermittent sound of frogs … More OVER THE WATER
It’s a bush of memories. Shadows of faces unable to speak. Lost in a moment, like a mist catching voices and thoughts drifting in a direction of silence. Angels gather. We feel the pain gathered by images. Others swell in tides of grief we fail to completely understand. We pray. From … More LAS VEGAS
Willowy tall palms bend with resistance under a byzantine blue sky The fragrance of changing tides and salt air stir summer with youth and stories Sand is the celebration of a movable graffiti. Ivy and roses stretch over a fence, attracting children and angels There’s nothing regrettable about summer its evenings … More GIVING IN
There’s a distant place, a delicate vision created from the memory of questionably reality. Believing what was there may be the shadow of what was only part; we see the evidence of wind but not the actual wind. Soon the absurd becomes real, a parallel difference difficult to discern like the layers of an onion; … More PLAUSIBLE DENIABILITY
Each of us is a song. No voice the same. Every turn finds a new path. No road remains untraveled or forgotten, while some are filled with promise, others send us home. We overlook the obvious; chances without names or introductions. There before us angels unbeknownst, Encourage the right way. We are new, blessed … More CLIMBING OUT
I am the undercurrent of your shadow. A breath between beats. Breezes move past like years of facts we claim to achieve. Words become festivals of flow; engines of fire, strong with grace. Sometimes when alone, memories speak to me while angels weep of loss, under the welcome cover of clouds. It’s all simple in … More IT ALL ADDS UP
We are names and places, forged within the stages of history. Sadness and blessings merge spirit and soul to begin again, to fight on or forgive. George Bennard, felt the roughened timbers of the, “Old Rugged Cross.” Carl Boberg, lifted the hands of millions with, “How Great Thou Art.” Sabine Gould, marched … More NAMES OF GOLD
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
Charcoal thoughts spill across river deep eyes. The flow of strong vision grasps at the promise of angels with empty pockets. Whispers lift into voices, like ribbons trailing behind youthful smiles and hope abounding. A song rises into a chorus of winds, spreading out like well worn paths. Time releases the face of change. The … More CHANGING
Roger Singer 