A face on a flag, the wind gives it voice. Steam from the day retires nights grasp. Horns and lights, the blood of cities, pull at the weak. People envy the closure of circles, the place where end is welcomed and faces are familiar. Lights breathe onto crowded shorelines where people … More RESTLESS
A hard breath parts the dust on her working hands as she repairs the soil for seeds in the season ripe to plant, in rows where hope is watered and faith realized, in the life garden, the section she owns, moving and rising the mounds waiting for vines and plants under the tides of her … More BETWEEN SEASONS
A door slams with a rattle into night. Footsteps pass. The sound of a stranger. A face unknown. The high tide of whiskey and smoke soaks the shorelines of sidewalks As a city lowers its night curtains. Tipped hats and high coat collars wade the flow through streams of streets. Street lights. Fallen stars. Harbors … More STREET LIGHTS
Hidden in the narrow path we take are a life of words like vines twisting we reach and choose improving by expression, the hope of blending in. But without direction our internal light fades, our steps become entangled altering our direction and creating within a shadow without form. If we follow by prayer … More NARROW PATHS
Day sheds its skin. The low bass of time moves daylight to its end. Streets open their hands to my arms and feet. Low light. Last light puddles. Dusk coughs a last breath. Night paints faces with shadows. Windows shut. Whispers find corners where promises are broken. Hats tip and collars rise. A cool breeze … More NIGHT WALK
Great stone walls made by hand stand with protection Like battlefield shields against enemy attack the bulwarks and redoubts the strength of man holding back the enemy by skill and might. Though plans are made to safeguard your space a crease in the armor and a crack finally forms to the heart of the soul … More A CRACK IN THE ARMOR
I’ve shadowed my youth with arms raised, dancing the full aroma of summer while my feet discover unknown paths. My skin feeds on the colors of day as I melt with warm sand near waters of Egyptian green and blue; I strike the surface with stones. I have the memories of days … More EGYPTIAN NIGHT
Ears grasped for the message in her sound dripping hard and heavy with soul preaching a righteous pain she earned from long nights and bad kisses where tired eyes and wrong desires begged for the shelter of a soft shoulder listening to broken dreams rupturing from the darkness of her … More EARNING THE PAIN
The dust of towns, flat, lifeless. Cold winds and red neon’s fill the need of his searching as he walks the dirt. A song with flavor branded in his head and on his arm, marches his feet to travel; all places look the same. His guitar breathes with sound; a crooked smile slides from … More WALKING THE DIRT
People shaped clouds form silently overhead as radio voices compete with ocean waves sliding onto timeless beaches. A lounge chair, enameled white, basks pale under a hot yellow star; quartz granules, ergs of broken time lap at its scratched wooden legs. Cigarette smoke circles from pointing fingers. Flying low, a plane pulls a message with … More ALMOST AUGUST
Roger Singer 