Moving water of silence its depth moans sinking then rising swirling in masses MASSES CURRENTS the strength of currents push the millennial face of continents and unclimbed abysmal mountains stirring continental shelves with deep expansions and then yawing into canyons relocating waters roiling under smooth surfaces whispering beware
There stretched out, the ocean perfect in all shapes protected ancient in wisdom its waters sound welcome to all though it knows not the broken heart life without love shadows of death yet maintains its authority to always be there
Graveside flowers bless the unholy standing by looking down curious about the passage through the path yet taken by the living the name now on stone to live longer than the soul beneath the trees nearby watching over changing seasons absent of sympathy for this and others and memories of names on cards and voices … More LAST TIME
The line thrown onto still waters half a chance to win every place has a name a marking to be found water circles the ankles a baptismal washing into beauty the opening of the eyes we eventually discover the end of the road back where we started the first breath relived … More ASHES AND AIR
She considered herself a life shadow, embracing long solitary moments; eyes open to darkness. Life had become a plausible intruder as she slept away painful images and the jest of youth. She was now an unstable passenger a fleshy veneer no longer frightened of the past. She suspected the end, though assured by faith, she … More CROSSING OVER
A cool skin night. Wood smoke. An outpost called a diner harbors evening spirits resting between points at a highway turnoff. Exiled souls from other places stare with deep nostalgia of where they should be. Few ever break the cycle of bleary eyes and dark roads. A stitching of alignment bonds the strangers. They eat … More CLOSE THE DOOR
What does someone see when you offer them a glimpse beneath your water? The pillows of your dreams Wilted emotions Thoughts without makeup Eyes listening but not seeing Sunless days The joy of rain Favorite words Fear of death The honey of a smile Running away Closed doors Acts of faith A song that … More DOWN DEEP
A sandy path boarded by rose bushes. A curved half black dome above, painted with stars from distant galaxies. Up ahead, flames from a bonfire beckon us closer. The heat presses us when we are several feet from its heart. Blankets with lovers and friends gather. Sparks explode into cool air, fighting to remain alive … More DANCING SHADOWS
Dreams are fragrances, reminding us to remember the vision, the voice departed, the place of youth no longer visited; the person we were, but have changed. Regrets are long. Promises become minced oaths and lies hurt us the most. Attempts to make the right from the wrongs are absorbed each day; rumbling of … More CIRCLES
It was called, “The Hotel.” Like a childhood friend known by one name. The lobby exhibited signs of artistic death. There were overused red velvet chairs. A couch without cushions. Ceiling fans without life. Strips of wallpaper peeling Like a melting glacier. Many have passed through the thick wooden and glass doors onto black and … More PATINA
Roger Singer 