On or about town the luxury of disregarding depravity As the eyes choke out the heart. It was once a dream place a song matching every mood until tears stirred the soul awake grasping for a rope before drowning back into the stream of civilization with rumbling feet pointing to … More LEANING
Fractional sunlight pressed through gray mist clouds like thieves stealing between headstones. A ribbon of water separated the road from an outpost of evergreens; a creation of serious lines and rugged beauty. It was a favorite place, untypical, not easily replaced nor forgotten. The ground was resolved to hold theses treasures close to … More A PROMISE TO HOLD
From a distant balcony I viewed the clouds crab by overhead. The winds resonated mixed sounds through boughs of great trees and then buffeted lightly against worn shutters and meadow grass. The sky darkened, I felt like an unknowing outsider, a Philistine, waiting for David. I recognized the approaching weather headline. I lingered as a … More FRONT LINE
Two blocks into Harlem. White shirts, black ties, flowered dresses, patent leather shoes, tattoos and beautiful hair; the streets are always alive. The beat mixes up. The man with a full beard smiles, exposing a picket fence for teeth. Conga drums call out the dance in people. Red and purple cotton hats jive like … More THE HEART OF SONG
He leans back against a brick wall on a three legged chair playing the harmonica. Angels pause at the sound. Traffic passes unnoticed. The sound is gold in his mind. He thinks of words despite detractions. There is an overpass of thin weaving clouds. The sun warms his hands. Pigeons rustle their wings with feathered … More STEADFAST
Low clouds dampen an early Fall afternoon. Sounds of pigeons overhead and newspapers opening become absorbed into an unmistakable dullness. People hold hands, thanking the stars for dreams coming true. Puddles of last nights rain reflects treetops and corners of buildings protected by gargoyles. The aroma of tar and steam touches everyone passing … More FROM UP HERE
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 … More A MOMENT ALONE
Bring on the ancestral winds, the colliding of clouds with thunder rolling and breaking into 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 … More CLOUDING UP
Waves of words press against change, pushing relentlessly uphill, gaining two steps behind forward. Like clouds boiling out, releasing fingers of long rain. Tension is a moment of unwanted paradise. Voices rise within a stream of indifference; there are no two sides, only one is always right. A walk of thoughts becomes a river, a … More OPEN DISORDER
It was good to be back under a night sky where distant stars are without names and dreams appear with ease. Where faces lost in time are hidden behind gauze filled clouds while their voices rise from rivers I crossed in the past. Campfires send of curled leaflets of sparks, blanketing a black velvet … More LAST NIGHT
Roger Singer 