Luka the cat, one eye and charcoal fur digests the aroma of his yard. His kingdom of flowers breathes heaven onto him; firm stalks own the hair of his passing. Angry birds of all sizes send notice to his sure footed velvet undisturbed sauntering; his strength reserved for fighting. Nights welcome his … More LUKA
I pointed to a full moon suggesting to my cat the enormity of silver so distant yet favoring my yard. The car yawned with indifference. Its tail providing a half swish, unimpressed with the depths of space or the light it doesn’t need. The fireplace snapped with heat, causing one of his ears to turn … More SILVER
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
A force of sun cast yellow splinters past open curtains onto a wooden floor with sharp edges as they slip up the wall like a daydreaming spider. The quiet of the room is loud with silence. A solid red couch holds the room hostage. A grand desk, centered with pride, smoothly carved, decorated with silver; … More AFTERNOON LIGHT
The rumble Of jazz Rattles the air Like crazy cats Scratching Garbage can tops As the band Lifts from down Pulling the shades Bold and tight While raising The sound High and loud Beating out Fast and catchy Winds Whipping up A storm Of sweaty souls Dropping the rain Of dance Onto … More GARBAGE CAN TOPS
Liberal portions of sun releases through an open window chasing out room shadows like thieves on the run. A light teasing wind stumbled into bushes, stirring leaves like loose sand sliding over paper. A cat sits looking out. Birds see him, calling out warnings. Flying quickly like passing storms. He watches with metronome eyes waiting … More 9 AM
Roger Singer 