His shoulders sat strong with moving, powering forward claiming the path cut for him with serious eyes. Arms found comfort with swaying, claiming the air like long lazy summer strides reaching into dusk. Suspicion hung curtain thick on his blue well worn shirt from faces seeking questions. Through the crowd past open fires where … More A MAN WALKING
A cloudburst of eyes and thoughts jump from mental elevators to the tongue, releasing words from the king of hearts. A cattle stampede of cabs hustle into position for the bullfight over a dollar; the language of hurry fills the street. Smooth bright jazzy sounds flow like warm mercury from a bar. Smoky … More CAFFEINE DAY
There was an upsetting of the scene, a sense of turnabout with only one way being right. He was a Good Samaritan, extending the soul of intent, like air itself, a necessity, but not always appreciated. He’s determined to write down the deeds so given, the smiles dispensed, the nods of hello, but … More THE GOOD SAMARITAN
Roads are scars between mountains; oaths for angels without wings. Strangers welcome the curves with shadows and the gray of dusks coverings. Gas stations close at six. Stay in the car with the windows rolled up. Hitchhikers have no place to go. There’s a riddle between each town hidden under a rock. Headlights … More RACING TRAINS
It was a cloudy vision, a river of hands flowing thick, reaching franticly for treasures but coming up empty as they tumbled like stones, never resting, bumping into and falling over as the force moves into crowded silence past towns and under weary bridges where a cloudburst of muddied hands swim in an apocalypse of … More MY DREAM
The dirt of jazz roams like roads under his skin. He feels the change of his blood to hot. Listeners drip words from warm whiskey. High collars and smooth talk rolls off chairs of night wisdom. Eyes breathe in an appetite of full. A piano dresses the air with diamonds. Voices long like ribbons pull … More CONTROL
A yellow porch light Dotted with The past lives of Insects Casts a weak Weathered haze Onto a green Screen door Where voices Whisper out Into the openness Of cool air. Inside lights Speak shadows onto Walls As plates retired From dinner Swim with silverware In the sink. A rocking chair Meters out … More WHISPERING VOICES
Over hanging branches with fingers of moss drool onto a brown fat lazy river. Mud soft edges sit rich with ooze, tempting to touch, warm with patience. A yellow roaring sun growls hungrily pressing green stems to wilt in prayer. The voice of flow rumbles deep, muscled strong while passing through. … More WIDE BROWN RIVER
A metal framed door, thick with chicken wire glass, opens with a rusty song as midnight patrons scuff over a black and white cracked tile floor landing in a corner booth. Familiar faces, hard eyes, hats tipped, faded shirts and untied sneakers whisper crackling news of cellophane stories into leaning ears anxious for unhinged … More WHY HERE
Early morning offers the comfort of silence as you awake to your human architecture, stretching out sleeps stiffness while your system processes the inward blueprint, preparing for your first step. It’s a good day when all the parts work. You yawn out tired air with a moan; a familiar voice inflection known only to … More A GOOD DAY
Roger Singer 