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
The wind was running straight, ignoring curves and shadows and roads without shoulders. Mountains barely visible expanded the horizon as mist faded under a morning sun. The day was a schedule of untried options while stretching under a twenty four hour clock, releasing yesterday and welcoming today. There are no chances lost or … More A NEW START
A guitar fills a soft space between soul and need releasing petals of sound merging into the blood of day. Wounds are healed within the weave of notes closing out loss strengthening bones and heart with growth. The sounds continue, watering unfolding blossoms as darkness retreats. The guitar soothes the moment, opening … More UNFOLDING
Rain with feeling sounded on my head, running through my hair, dripping with random lines onto my face, like tears without reason, they course onto my shirt. The ground glistens, painted clean, each object baptized with water; the opening sound of wind builds like an orchestra warming for night. The sky soon reopens with … More A MOMENT ALONE
He belongs to the night people; stories without legs and fast rooms with slow talk. His music is the jazz that drowns out the guilt while overpowering the need for more. His words are like sledgehammers, crushing the crystal while sharp edges rub the skin of your listening. Sleep is an intrusion to … More OVERPARTS
THURSDAY Desperate hands open street awnings. The shade is welcome to pedestrians. The aroma of flowers and fruit swell through the street. Eyes of suspicion avoid contact but are curious nonetheless. Men with unbuttoned shirts and gold chains snap gum to the beat of their polished shoes. A gust of air lifts the … More THURSDAY
Recumbent warm air recedes under cool blankets of evening. Crickets voice night with searching; a dome of darkness encourages their song. Fragrant pedals of color fold over like melted silk; resting in repose under a closed nights eye. A lingering dying breeze crosses an open porch, teasing a rocking chair into faint motion; … More STILLNESS
Courage isn’t birthed in the shadow of doubt or in a desert of inactivity. Instead, it’s cultivated in the imagination of right. The wide grasp of victory is the appetite of achieving the brass ring while leaving the wooden horses behind. Courage is an instant thought. The suppressed action that steps forward, pushing self … More FORWARD
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
Roger Singer 