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
That feeling of over the edge, when a clutch decision is more than a casual choice but a weapon against oncoming distractions, knowing that altering the rhythm will create a chasing of thoughts into paths of painful corners with unmistakable answers, the ones not always chosen, wedged between the black and gray, remaining there until … More BLACK CATS
The eyes feel the words between the lines, between the breaths, between the smiles and disbelief. Close to the heart the charms of memories warm the soul. Your hands shape the revelation of the journey like shadows over water, releasing answers slowly like a garden growing. Be patient with thoughts. Holding high decisions of weight. … More THE CROSSOVER
Years hold the pictures as youth fills in where legs ran forever; trees envied the quickness. Warm days touch the side of faces; a silent act of unconcern. Empty chairs hold the shadows several times removed; their song is a story of before. Fondness eventually waits for no one. The clock of seasons protects its … More A PATH THROUGH
A Cloud of mists. Vapors without faces. Cars make time over bridges, shuttling the masses in and out of order. Complaints rule within the swirl of thoughts. The tongue wags tirelessly for some until it turns black. The engine of day corrupts all who pass over the river. Seldom the sun shines everyday. We rely … More ITS A START
Roger Singer 