he stretched to the moon his hand, fingers pointing into unknown fathoms with an ethereal line breaking beyond gravity and limits as he stood on the soil of his part of the earth looking up into the dark and black tempting, taunting the distance from her to there in defiance
on the crowded sidewalk he felt his hands were lost day was slipping silently into a breezy evening the aroma of salt air filled the pocket of his senses city lights robbed the glory of stars making faint a crescent moon he mumbled a prayer like church candles soul dripping … More SALT AIR
A slap of cold air bruised blue the covering of my skin A bullying wind caught me by the neck twisting my hat yesterday’s newspaper jumped from the grasp of a fence lodging at my ankles like a homeless pup night pulls dark over my steps.
the thickness of night as a cool blanket of air slips onto the yard lifting out a day of warmth windows shut sweaters appear a dark lakes surface humbles even the brave inside cabin lights extinguish like falling stars night sounds filter through aged screened windows the aroma of pine lingers … More I REMEMBER
It was a black moon night absent of shadows, full of dreams. Days bouquet of clouds melted into tasteful air. There was a release of sounds, living for a moment, then lost. The pulse of dark became strong. A light breeze engaged unwilling leaves. Stone walls held tightly the history of land. There was a … More ALWAYS THERE
It’s a twisting of hands, a thirst to indulge the spirit of the getaway, the radical, unradical of wish and desire; air through a chrome grill chews hungrily the dark of night on tendrils of unlighted roads. The tires roll out a language of hate and speed; the normal is scrapped for expression. Roads … More LOST ROADS
Soft music arrived in satin sound, like ribbons curled, drifting over blue waters where deep shadows move under the moon cast of silver light. Paper lanterns turn in warm breezes, striking slivers of light on circling dancers as the earth moves beneath. The rules of night open wide a dark carpet where voices … More DARK CARPETS
A renewed moon gained celestial strength, rising over tree tops, spreading silver lines onto quiet night streets . The town green possesses a dark silence under the gray shadow of a heaven pointing steeple. The church bell signs its presence into cool air as the sound reaches slate roofs and clapboard homes. The town lives … More SLATE ROOFS
Roger Singer 