FROM UP HERE Shadows run charcoal, flat like iron painted across walls as it spills silently onto a fallowed field suffering from a lack of love. A blood sun spreads rivers over streets and sides of tired brick buildings. An emotional wind creates sounds resembling words whispered through fences and back … More FROM UP HERE
ANOTHER FOOTPRINT There are shadows of reminders stepping into our days, our years. Long pauses of thoughts rise slowly to the surface. We consider the chances while dissecting the meaning of how our footprint explains our past. Our walk becomes a series of runs. Glancing off one reminder of what to do … More ANOTHER FOOTPRINT
Words tumble. Catching one out. Proving a point or wounding a heart. Dark storms brew within the thoughts. Like a rising tide flowing out quick to sooth or heavy with pain. In the corner of the mind where shadows whisper, comparing and dissecting ideas and dreams preparing a path for words going out. … More BUILDING BLOCKS
I remember the shadows and the long arms of equal strength. I see the smiles and pain and the seasons passing. The voices stream out into a river of noise until I hear the one voice I’m looking for. The thoughts provide a salve of healing. There are scars, but no longer visible. The … More A COTTAGE SONG
Trade winds rustled palm frontons like fingernails scratching sandpaper. Waves with no intention of leaving roll onto forever white sand, quickly reforming for the next round. Midday’s warmth builds into layered heat. Shade is gold as the coolness circles the skin, refreshing like a shower of air. Emerald green water continues to fold over on … More THE ISLAND
There is no wrong side of the river or the tracks; the sun and rain blesses both side. Nickels and dimes build into a wish. Lightening brightens a dark road. A stray dog avoids strangers and empty pockets. Trains own their sound. At the end of the line it coughs up the last of weary … More ALL AROUND
It was nearly morning. The ills of night slowly pushed aside for the presence of day. Sleep and dreams mended indifferences; the result would be eye opening. The laurels of day were yet to be placed on the shoulders willing to challenge. Time became the perfect order, like an orchestra blending its beginning into … More ONE MORE STEP
Puddles drip out and dry into a better day. Dragon flies circle with a thousand Searching eyes into a curving blue sky. Swift currents of morning words stream Past, holding the shadows of another day. Pointing fingers, the spiders of pain and arrows loosed, fall hard on the faces of war. … More ANOTHER CHANCE
Morning went quiet like angel hands touching the depths of unreleased grief. Outward clouds receded, revealing an Egyptian blue sky. An envelope of breezes slipped with small notice over warm faces. Blond uncombed hairs twist like holiday flags under boughs of summer. Words opened with birthday surprise, fulfilling desires while … More TAKE ME THERE
There is a circle of growth, a watering of slumber, as the eyes retreat to the outlands of shadows where incoming messages open to hallways of sleep. We are captured in the snare of unknown vapors. Feet move. Hands reach. We respond with half words to voices at the backdoor of our thoughts. We twitch … More SOMEPLACE
Roger Singer 