Celestial curtains cover him with a design of plenty. He breathes alive the bass, jazzing the room with engine pulsing sounds. . His hair is black and thick, like obsidian crystals crushed from stars. The beauty of his face and voice release like midnight bats carving the sky. Highways of angels step up, securing a … More JAZZING UP
He knows trouble. and the songs and loss. The nights past mornings where the jazz patiently waits for him like a faithful dog with good eyes waiting for a chance to release. He knows about black moons and shadows whispering and back doors of places he called home for … More FAITHFUL WITH TROUBLE
The molasses of sound dripped slow flavoring him since youth when jazz got onto his ear like a propeller wash of beats making a whirr and buzz like coffee all night and golden arms with trumpets slivering the truth out of him surfacing with a suddenness like food slipping from the fingers of angels into … More YOU GOT ME RIGHT
I sit pleasantly under misshapen clouds where cool linen sweet breezes fan me while pretending I am young running the beach with sandpiper legs king of the day carrying candy and french fries; there is ketchup on my cheek as the waves flush noisily onto a soft sand shoreline where … More SANDPIPER LEGS
What right is of this? The passage from strength, the wall of stone held between paper fingers. What faith is within the ashes of belief? Altars of gold images dance proudly on heads. What calling speaks a name to step through fire? To a place of new winds … More WHAT
Sidewalk chatter open curtains honest hands sanskrit stories of wishing wells falling stars and fire escapes on summer nights when breezes are absent and the city heats while weak fans labor under blankets of humidity making summer sweat into frustration rain washing off sidewalk chalk that dusty carpet from innocent hands creating still colored life … More CEMENT CANVAS
Smooth sweet wood mellow messages warmly delivered like summer rain rich with flavor notes of chocolate candy for ears rolling sweetness through the head into the fingers and tapping toes like running winds pulsing and pleasing falling with purpose wrinkling a shirt or a dark hat then dripping coolly … More HE CAN PLAY
It’s a life of folding. Pressed down, gazing into unassuming faces, like clouds, changing and then reshaping. Songs are the blankets of thoughts. Small voices provoke streams of words. Silence opens the eyes to creative volumes. We protect. Holding the candle of our flame close. Opening up too soon could close us down. Dreams tempt … More IT’S ALL ABOUT
Off balanced laboring fans push diner air onto walls stained yellow. Customers lean over tables, whispering, pointing fingers and then laughing, breaking into the clatter of plates and silverware. Waitress’ weave around tables delivering the beginning of meals. Counter people nod to the cook who prepares their regular. The door opens. Cold air rushes in … More GOOD COMPANY
Songs overflow from doors opening to the sidewalk where.neon lights baptize the weak, stirring the curiosity of a night strung tight while others pray in alleys whispering their sins under a celestial curtain as stars cross behind the black of space where not a molecule is out of place as cool air covers the tapestry … More FINDING NIGHT
Roger Singer 