There’s a bucket of dreams hanging off my pillow with fingers of thoughts twisting my inner gears into faces from yesterday or childhood where summers warmth was pure with mornings lifting off the aroma of dew soaked canvas and blossoming lilacs, jumping into morning before the birds and the dust of breezes. I’m pulling … More A SLEEP VEIL
Fragile answers lay loosely scattered, like after storm clouds where prayers slip through and hope abounds. Your voice of thoughts conquers the silence with flavored aromas of gladness remembered. You try to chart out tomorrow and fill in the blanks; steady the course to find a way. The linen of forgiveness is … More RENEWING
A river of stairs high above in a galaxy of streams beyond the reach of tearful upturned eyes fails to provoke an affect on order or direction within the heavens. Shadowed gray night images slip between fences and past angry sleeping dogs while pleadings and unanswered prayers attract angels waiting for words that act … More UPTURNED
Dreams are the canvas without paint, absent of color and faces until the eyes recede into a vapored transport lifting the emotions onto a highway of visions. Favorable winds carry us to lands unreachable during day; hovering over the distance there is a gentle settling into safety without care for time. When the portal … More NIGHT VISIONS
You awake, tossing off sleep, stirring the covers into misshapen objects. You recreate and gather to the surface the image of a building, a tall structure, solid, thick walls, a place to gather. The thoughts grow and then recede on the vapors of your dreams. Looking closer there is cracking in the … More REBUILDING
In time, underlined words on paper, the favorites of phrases, become illegible, though not forgotten as our temperature to change thoughts creates undercurrents from a thick darkness within. The answers to our delicate puzzles can be fragile, larger than what there was. Every chance attempted is an epic motion within our history; trying times … More THE MOTH
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
There was a brilliance of lights where streets were strung tight. A weaving of shadows and footsteps. Gifts of plenty and excited faces. The evening curtain of infinity space painted a dark background for stars beaming through ages of air. There is nothing fast with night. It covers with blankets the sins of day; the … More STEPPING OUT
It was a crawl space for thoughts, a window slight with opening, a moment of memory cutting in at the head of the line, full of intensity and color, reminding us of where we’ve been and the joy we achieved once arriving. It’s a wall without a door. A face without a mouth. We feel … More OPEN AND CLOSE
I awoke with a dream following me into day. A vapor of thoughts cheated out of sleep, pressed me while preparing under a dim light and morning haze, then chased my shadow out the door. A gnawing between my ears, like drums banging, rattled my thoughts to remember sleepy images. I hurried along, glancing behind … More VAPORS
Roger Singer 