walking a path where moonlight follows breezes brush against the edge of curiosity a reminder that phantoms are shadows with voices revealing everything once tried and those feelings avoided afraid of loving afraid of losing haunting the inner soul
Its on the edge of the desert an open door welcomes the thirsty and the curious ashtrays full of last nights words and crushed hearts where leather jackets and quarters keep the juke box breathing passing freight trains push a melody to someplace where truckers kill time until the coffee turns … More ONE STAR DINER
A song of night the slow creep of cars heading for the next town and wayside roads where broken hearts gather at an empty desert gas station someone reads “The Howl” out loud the fear and dreams we live up to bus driver’s work the road curious eyes imagine the release of … More CRESTED LIZARD
A ritual with friends, an open meadow under a night sky, lying back tracing stars as clouds divide and uncounted winds slip away we inherit the oblivion, nourishing curiosity as the orbits of eyes absorb the greatness. Slowly, with hesitation, we leave a memory of footprints and the dampness of our words, until once … More GREATNESS
The piano room was a glass slipper waiting for perfect hands to free the sound. Sunlight through the curtains spread a yellow pollen-like glaze over the furniture. Books lining shelves resurrected the curious. The room possessed an unexplained magnetism. A place for the temporary soul to embark on an expedition of heart. A grand oriental … More WAITING
Night is the last language of day, full of unspoken wishes while breathing new words. Theatres with black and white movies attract the mysterious; plenty of empty red velvet seats. Stained concrete steps descend into the veins of subways. Under examined street art is worth less than the paint. Crisscrossing pedestrians stream past like … More STILL FRAMES
Roger Singer 