It’s not by coincidence that paths fulfill a dream, a first step with thoughts alive, the challenge fights to go. Many ways consume our lives shaping the person we become, the people we meet, family and friends and the walls that we call home. There is a path, … More THE PATH
A canvas moon paints a broad open field with silver dust. Fair opening breezes test tree tops and back porch chimes. The solitude is furious with quiet. Night fires, crackling lamps of light form great red embers breathing heavily under thin layers of gray ash. Moisture slips into the mouths of waiting roots; … More CANVAS MOON
His voice competed boldly against sidewalk clutter and boisterous buses hissing to abrupt stops. His beard twisted like ocean ropes to his chest, brushing over the top portion of a blue or maybe green shirt; gray stained pants and untied boots creased from roughness completed his wardrobe. He lifted with authority a bible, quoting verses, … More STREET MAN
Fingertips tap to the drummers beat with bang and slide following the ups and downs of his rhythm like cats scared into jumping high as the crowd waters their moving cool under lazy fans rounding like spinning moons while they dance thick on sawdust whispering words into ears hungry with … More BOILING HOT
The juice of apples got no hold over what makes the jazz breathe bold and not some windy city towers reaching to the moon or Frisco bay winking at hills where houses tilt like the bass mans sizzling strings can not compete to Bourbons marching feet and horns lipped by … More BIG ON THE EASY
The language of a lone whistle breaks into dark, as the train puffs like a worm on fire coursing through town, swirling and forcing its sound into corners like a mad overflowing river. Dogs take no notice. Shadows remain under bridges. Small fires burn, warming hands of the empty and lost. The earth rumbles, pulling … More NIGHT PASSAGE
It’s how we speak that tells a tale either filled with honor or full of despair. Words that spill from our mouths assist the weak the lonely or sick or can cut to the bone with anger and guilt. Words create the chance for change to begin your life by walking in faith. … More WORDS WE SPEAK
In him that thing voiced a noise, circling, surfacing, beating his insides until busting out with the jazz then rising, filling the air with his lightening, pushing brass into highs and making the lows cry tears of songs deep from wells where he sleeps, thinking strong with busy fingers, counting clouds in darkness as he … More THAT BRASSY THING
He is a gathering man, like wind pulling at leaves, or dry ground praying for rain. He is the cents of a dollar, changing for no one. He spits in places shoes fail to go. Music knows him; his style is the air escaping from the stage. The aroma of a carnation boutonnière is the … More SOLID WIND
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 holding dreams yet released. Sunday … More TAKE ME THERE
Roger Singer 