The equatorial spin releases warm winds and trailing mists forming erratic clouds amassing into giants spreading over latitudes and longitudes blanketing cities and continents delivering rain and shade forming shadows until the high and thin, flat and long vanish into the air that gave it birth.
Bring on the ancestral winds, the colliding of clouds with thunder rolling and breaking silent valleys and the souls of weak men. Let the deep of the deep surface, Let it breathe to the top and bring with it forceful sounds and the wet of rain and clean satin moisture promising to wash city dust … More CLOUDING UP
Innocent violence creates the sediment of the street. The people, the open windows, full of colors, spirits lifting out of gray shadows and black roads. The streets are never satisfied, always hungry, hands reaching Hammering voices, Words speaking loud and sweat dripping. City spirits drift uneasy, searching alleys for faces hiding. … More HIGH GROUND
Rain with feeling sounded on my head, running through my hair, dripping with random lines onto my face, like tears without reason, they course onto my shirt. The ground glistens, painted clean, each object baptized with water; the opening sound of wind builds like an orchestra warming for night. The sky soon reopens with a … More A MOMENT ALONE
A blink of pain sets the course for the day, after a night of chasing dreams. Outside, the city is covered in a wardrobe of clouds; pearl white and dusk of gray. Below the sidewalk lifted up a degree of voices. Some loud, others a minnow of words slipping through. A small bucket of sunlight … More HARVESTING MOON
There was an assembly of winds colliding silently within the mists of one another. Gray steel clouds disappeared then quickly reformed into an angry turbulent sky. Fields of turned soil blackened over like early night when shadows fade in the presence of half light. A crumbling sun slipped from view, proving boundaries have no limits … More UNCHALLANGED
A blue carbon sky. The appearance of cold metal pressed between heaven and the dust of nameless souls. Ocean winds press the corners of waters, exciting foamy waves while washing glass thin over rocks and fallen branches. Long thin gray clouds, fingers without hands, stretch like spilled arrows pointing to no place; they fade without … More A FAIR DAY
It was a day without sun. A full thickness of gun metal clouds separated fallowed fields from heaven. In longtime past, the ground was harvest strong; abundant colors of growth, the standard of success. Watered words promised planting. The seeds are long forgotten and folded away. The weather changes out. Sometimes late, never early. Next … More NEXT YEAR
Roger Singer 