Fragile answers lay loosely scattered, like after storm clouds where prayers slip through and hope abounds. Your voice of thoughts conquers the silence with flavored aromas of gladness remembered. You try to chart out tomorrow and fill in the blanks; steady the course to find a way. The linen of forgiveness is … More RENEWING
Determined eyes. Chiseled granite. Men full of strength. Sycamore trees with arms; skin of mules and rigid steeled hands. Their youth bottle necked with fights and chain link fence. Clapboard shacks leaned with time. Clothes were coal smoke soaked. Dust was the life of everything. It was a place of bold brassy men with beer … More THE OTHER SIDE
The piano man got no shake for hurrying those fingers working notes jump walls like thieves stretching long to escape. Hungry air yields like trees caught in storms tilting hard roulette sound got no stop when spinning into jazz up and out.
The music released with a slow gravity against the weight of a dusky room. The record player, a wooden box with antique charm, scratched out a song of weeping blues as the needle traveled the grooves, circling, advancing, calling for hands to clap and feet to walk lightly. The music penetrated the gray of morning … More NEW DAY
A coronet sounds fresh into air like rain from a troubled sky, slipping sharp past an open apartment window, past jealous earthbound curtains, chipped paint and neglected flowers, over a fire escape where the fluid of sound tumbles down metal stairs past girls smoking cigarettes and snapping gum crossing corners where garbage cans stink of … More REACHING
A river of stairs high above in a galaxy of streams beyond the reach of tearful upturned eyes fails to provoke an affect on order or direction within the heavens. Shadowed gray night images slip between fences and past angry sleeping dogs while pleadings and unanswered prayers attract angels waiting for words that act … More UPTURNED
When my end arrives, am I smarter than all my days? Have the stones and pitfalls made me stronger? Or have the storms, fury and hate stained my tongue? Or has love and my eyes of passion formed a depth within me? Or has money, riches and travel created rest? Am I greater or taller? … More THE END
Mornings incense warms the day. A rising sun thirsts for heat. Dawn becomes a memory vapor. Warm catches out day as breezes push through branches, sounding like children singing. Warring heavens of blue and black shadows descend like bridges over day’s shoreline as the warm and the voices yield to tides of dusk. … More TIDES OF DUSK
A name within dust, like leaves of past seasons, lingers as if turning aimlessly in a stream, trapped in corners of going nowhere. A laboring fan jealously absorbs shadows, twisting the shapes like sheep scattering. A voice, a soulless breath, runs the air in search of a place to settle. Words tumble … More THIS PLACE
I have a song in my head of waves tumbling to the shore, a millennial artwork, building, rising and then breaking down, only to slide back and rebuild once more. The crystal topped crests sparkle under a bright sun, swirling with bejeweled delight, while the moon paints them with silver. It’s where I … More ALWAYS MORE
Roger Singer 