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
the roar of blood keeps the skin from sleeping while spirits speak the language of awake and night dreams are absorbed into the flash of neon messages directly from the mouths of angels speaking of the everlasting though even they fail to fully understand while half notes and unanswered prayers drip like a … More AWAKE
A great wind like the son of a hurricane stretching before landfall befell on a grand tree of long life and shadow falling into the limbs of its equal laying across its arms like a wounded soldier still full and alive but slowly bleeding the overgrowth of the underbrush below welcomed its eventual descent … More OPEN ARMS
There’s clouds I spoke to, yelled at cried under and stars I confessed the worst of me bouncing prayers off the space between and under moons where useless silver threads failed to drown out the blood of my sins as my eyes suffered sight to see a way through to the … More FINALLY
Winds circle wheat tops twisting stems into spasms like thieves running over dried leaves and dead branches sunshine strikes window surfaces when passing clouds allow percussion’s of light to pass around dense mist the ground thirsts for rain the blood of soil
Charcoal shadows lay flat like iron sprayed across walls then spills silently onto a fallowed field suffering from a lack of love. a blood sun spreads warm rivers over streets and sides of tired brick buildings. an emotional wind creates sounds resembling whispered words pushed through fences and back porch screens.
From the heart a factory of tears where walls rebound or block. The eyes watch the hands fall away; they see better in darkness. Each breath folds into corners as voices pull at the blood to speak edging out truth and lies. Ears hold the place of faraway; the last words become the knife separating … More THE START OF ALWAYS
A muddy river, thick with silt, half trees and trash, flows slowly past the city, slipping under bridges, competing with barges, rolling through like in dreams when you feel your running underwater. Docks and spits of land reach out at the passing debris; bulldogs inspecting their next meal. Stone legs from a train overpass push … More POUNDING WATER
My pen delights me, stirring within the cast of granite to speak of a father I knew, raising children; three meteors rising. He was humility possessing deep waters overlooking faults and premises of promises, drowning out failed expectations avoiding anger while entertaining uprightness. He was solid with love caring for the blood of his blood … More STANDING STRENGTH
The favor of rain washed the city. Wandering masquerades of hats and umbrellas blossom the storm. Vehicle horns curse the air. Sewer covers are the genius of casual art work. Steam pipes eject from below the devils exhaust. Puddles reflect the sky, passing tires shatter the image. Linens smoothly wave themselves dry. A cat warms … More A FULL WASH
Roger Singer 