The sun clipped over the tops of quick moving clouds, creating a running shadow over me as it sped ahead searching for a finish line. I ran with the hope to catch it, when another caught me from behind. It’s a day without rain. Geese are heading north. Blossoms expand. I stand in a soup … More JUST AHEAD
The train lunged in and out of order. Heads swayed like displaced seaweed mocking gravity. The stars and moon remained in place. Thick metal wheels turn with conviction. There is no shame for those asleep, leaning onto windows, newspapers for pillows. The miles create a low hum. The engine possesses a pure heart. White smoke … More NIGHT CRAWLERS
Bring the grave to the steps and the memories will follow; sun stained wallpaper and leaded windows fade, but not your name. There’s something in my pocket, a note from you and a penciled smile from a name lifted from earth. I forgot the sound of your voice but remember your joy on a … More ONE MORE TIME
His guitar had a better voice and face. He played out the words like a sweet dessert. Pain and loss was his shirt and untied shoes, pasted to a long and light frame. He washes his beard in the rain. Clouds are his blankets and the ground his pillow where dreams fade away. There’s a … More WITHOUT HOME
Cottages are closed. Shutters replace screens. A few toys forgotten on lawns. A fishing pole leans against. the shed. The lilac bush is asleep. Lawn chairs stacked. The porch is empty. Rose bushes covered. Mail boxes prepare for winter. Scattered leaves dot lawns and roads. A few seagulls pass quietly overhead. A stray cat wanders … More LOOKING ABOUT
The clouds were squared up in misted puffs, moving in silent streams, blocking all evidence of an earlier blue sky where sunlight passed through leaded glass. Hands cut from stone, prepare for the storm. Clothes from line are grasped like children walking too close to fire. The winds begin to speak; its inertia not always … More PREPARE
The wide boughs were a salve for the ground, a healing after a full day of sun. A shield of bark brandished its protective sword, restraining storms while shielding against time. Winds push daylight to the horizon. Night clams the forest. Flowers close. Sonorous breezes lower to a soft breath. The aroma within the air … More TIME CHANGE
I got the hope of summertime in my back pocket; a nickel worth of dreams next to a half-eaten candy bar. Fast cars and leather jackets. Long lines and chrome from clouds of mercury shimmer down the street. The waves of Monterey scrawl out on a wide sandy shore, whispering names under a … More TALKING TO SHADOWS
Eyes of clouds watched with swollen curves as the earth passed below, its streets busy and sidewalks solid paths of souls colliding and then draining off, opening doors, filing in and out with random irregularity. The day is a flash of courage on a millennial stage, as the sands of people speak of how … More BETWEEN CLOUDS
A wet silver wind dusts green morning leaves as they yawn into mornings first breath. Great branches, wrinkled fingers stretch into an open window sky, free of borders or curtains. Fallow clouds, rows of twisted strings, the hair of sleeping angels on the floor of heaven, drift without sound to the next place. … More HEAVENS FLOOR
Roger Singer 