It’s the end of where I’ve been and the beginning of where I need to go. It’s a long road I’ve shortened. While standing under the shade of where I want to be, I hold time and watch its hands; it stops for no one. Every memory has its own weight. Darkness has the … More TRY AGAIN
He leaned with curiosity. Both hands on the neck of the shovel; his left leg slightly bent. A wide brim hat created a recessed cavern for the eyes to hide. The top two buttons of the blue shirt lay unhinged; sweat streaked under the well-worn cloth. Dusty untied shoes expressed the unwholesomeness from the loss … More CAPTURED
A Cloud of mists. Vapors without faces. Cars make time over bridges, shuttling the masses in and out of order. Complaints rule within the swirl of thoughts. The tongue wags tirelessly for some until it turns black. The engine of day corrupts all who pass over the river. Seldom the sun shines everyday. We rely … More ITS A START
One in the morning. I stretch, turning off the light. My book falls to the floor. Looking up, a cerulean mist hangs as my eyes adjust. A curtain of black soon covers the room. A diesel truck passes by below. A window shuts in anger. The night stand clock hums out of tune; an electric … More EARLY
Roger Singer 