Car lights pass below on the street. Bloated twisted images spread shadowed alien figures onto building corners, peppering them onto flowered wall paper in my room, laying them flat with quiet colors. Tires hum grand and black, forming voices from the motion of speed on pavement. Red lights make for angry stops. Engines battle for … More STREET BELOW
Songs overflow from doors opening to the sidewalk where.neon lights baptize the weak, stirring the curiosity of a night strung tight while others pray in alleys whispering their sins under a celestial curtain as stars cross behind the black of space where not a molecule is out of place as … More FINDING NIGHT
The flash of late night neon’s offered hope and rescue to sidewalk followers searching out the end of day watching the eyes of those passing. Flatbush Avenue ran the beat of alive never sleeping, holding tight the sounds of city language. Traffic lights measure time, guarding the roads … More FLATBUSH AVENUE
They call him the watchman, caretaker of night air within a fenced area at the lower lip of town. He walks slowly with a slight limp, checking locked doors, marking the time, scuffing in black untied boots on paths he made. His eyes are sad, malaise filled like curtains almost closed, leaving a slight crease … More THE WATCHMAN
Sidewalk chatter open curtains honest hands sanskrit stories of wishing wells falling stars and fire escapes on summer nights when breezes are absent and the city heats while weak fans labor under blankets of humidity making summer sweat into frustration rain washing off sidewalk chalk that dusty carpet from innocent hands creating still colored life … More CEMENT CANVAS
Off balanced laboring fans push diner air onto walls stained yellow. Customers lean over tables, whispering, pointing fingers and then laughing, breaking into the clatter of plates and silverware. Waitress’ weave around tables delivering the beginning of meals. Counter people nod to the cook who prepares their regular. The door opens. Cold air rushes in … More GOOD COMPANY
Songs overflow from doors opening to the sidewalk where.neon lights baptize the weak, stirring the curiosity of a night strung tight while others pray in alleys whispering their sins under a celestial curtain as stars cross behind the black of space where not a molecule is out of place as cool air covers the tapestry … More FINDING NIGHT
A blue veined sky stretched overhead touching horizons with a quiet thinness. A cellophane skin covered the sun, like a mist in a dream being pulled tightly with the cord of your thoughts as a reckless collision of emotions presses hard to the surface, fighting for importance; the words from yesterday and the doors today … More TONIGHT’S DREAM
FROM HIS SOUL The bass player was full of the night and shadows of dark. Emotion spirits jumped from the strings sliding into ears where bones rattled In a storm of winds running wild from his fingers a picture of jazz twists from his soul.
FRONT STREET A heavy metal door slams tightly forcing calm footed pigeons up, vibrating humid air as they rise over the backside of Front Street. Clotheslines run between red bricked buildings, like knife blades over the alley as curtains flap against peeling window frames hoping for escape. Rusted fire escapes provide summer comfort for gossip … More FRONT STREET
Roger Singer 