Curious eyes followed mornings rise. A canopy of clouds blocked the sun in the over the circle of tired spirits. Colds hands grasped dented tin cups, welcoming the aroma of coffee as fingers stretched around its warmth. A truck driver bounced to a stop. Burlap bags Tossed to the ground resembled shed skin … More BURLAP BAGS
I got that 56 Chevy painted black and yellow, like a bumble bee pressed into metal with tires stinging roads and fires in the engine spitting out flames. I cut the air into pieces, passing everyone sightseeing and slow. I got lucky fuzzed dice twirling in tight corners, fighting the gravity as that girl … More 56 CHEVY
A thieving light slipped through open curtains, laying quietly on the floor. Dawn rises out of gray canvas shadows. Silhouettes of outside enter the inside without a key. Slowly the time clock of a new day announces to the willing a call to arms; a message without alarm to invest with a challenge. … More LEFT BEHIND
The aftershock of the storm left a numbness of quiet. Leaves trembled from remnant breezes. Puddles reflect a sky willing to improve. Cool air refreshed the skin. What was brief, yet boisterous, recedes like smooth water at low tide. The anger within the clouds drifts to a new horizon; distant rumbling like cannons randomly … More THE STORM
Jump that train. Hold tight. Never worrying about which way it’s going, just getting on and going, feeling the hair lifting and wind from prairie towns brushing my eyes while passing quiet towns and barking dogs where streets blend into the same, with maybe a few alike, but all the same encouraging me to take … More STRANGERS FACE
He’s got chrome for teeth. Hair slicked back like midnight rain. Eyebrows thin as razors, like the blade in his pocket and sin at the side; a gold chain with a cross signals belief without a past. His eyes speak protection. An army of force settles in his fists. From the corner he searches … More HIS CORNER
The flavor of a laugh frees a generation of song without words. Hear the strength of youth, like stone walls pulled from the groins of the earth and then formed into social lines, Sturdy until the age of seasons. Hold the chrysalis for as long as it can be. Like flames wind teased, the … More CHANGING SHAPES
Between rooms 3 and 4, cornered in tight, blinking randomly and humming a fat motor tune is the soda machine at the highway 5 motel. Trucks run the road, their tires singing for home. Horns beep on frontage roads, where cars park and threats are heard. A warm day slips into passing, opening … More HIGHWAY 5
Streets feed on the language of cool and jive. Tongues of curtains slip from sides of windows as if pointing with their curves with creases to music like steam rising in waves over blacktop rumbling energy the sound moves pressing against doors and into alleys as night encourages the people to open packages wrapped … More STREET LANUAGE
A high lunar slice silver painted a sterile face unlikely warm soundless suspended solidly overhead where hinges in heaven slip it over nights curved sky speeding to a place over there where people point at shards of light reflecting on water hoods of cars windows the ancient stone the Mona Lisa moon half smiling. … More MONA LISA MOON
Roger Singer 