He was well suited. A tie with statement. A suit bragging of lines with color and Strong solid shoes, tied tightly and well shined. In the top left pocket of his suit jacket was a blue satin handkerchief, tightly folded with one point turned up like the ear of an animal listening for its … More TOP LEFT POCKET
There was an opening in the day, a slice of casual interruption, a box of memories waiting to be unwrapped. Thin tensions of thought become light and airy, like dry desert winds finding no resistance rushing over the surface. Within canyons of air, rare releases of the soul surface offering insights to the … More RARE RELEASES
When knowledge arrives it brings a behind bucket full of pain with it. It draws the line of this and that and the rights of wrongs and the wrongs of being right. It curbs your words and convicts your tongue. The sun looks different and the moon not so bright. Your friends change and your … More DIFFERENT
The waves whisper a name on ripples of froth rising over wet sand, reaching for a line, receding without despair into advancing waters, breaking into liquid diamonds swirling richly in an ocean soup, beaming under a yellow sun hanging in a blue sky as winds waft wave tops sideways like smoke rising from campfires and … More WITHOUT END
A gnat of a thought is like the beginning with bread and water, when a newness is considered. A startling release of treasonous intent, an idea once dormant, now sparkling with unchallenged release, opening against resistance, pushing back the gray shadows from the eyes. Difference provokes a defense unequalled when determined. It becomes an appetite … More WITHOUT LIMITS
In the quiet of a place, the place where your thoughts surface, a voice of within rises from the silence. It’s not the wind or waves that influence, but an inner suddenness of calm, a seed watered by the drive for direction; we listen with intent, capturing the moment. There is a cleansing, … More CHANGE
Dreams are the canvas without paint, absent of color and faces until the eyes recede into a vapored transport lifting the emotions onto a highway of visions. Favorable winds carry us to lands unreachable during day; hovering over the distance there is a gentle settling into safety without care for time. When the portal … More NIGHT VISIONS
There was a madness within the fire. A casting out of angry ashes, competing madly with explosive sparks, rising rapidly until absorbed into darkness. I sit closer to the flames as the heat drenches my shirt; my back remains cold. The crackling logs sound like fireworks, transporting my thoughts to July 4th watching plumes, stars … More CAMPFIRE
Twisting winds send busy fingers of air between garments hanging damp on the clothesline. Clear cool drips escape from sleeves and thick pants falling like rain; lightly beginning and then ending. Long brilliant white sheets billow and snap, breathing like whips, trapping the air then setting it free. The fluttering cloth sounds like birds passing … More A CLOTHESLINE
A concrete steel arm, weighted like a planet connects rocks and land for passage of feet and wheels to there and back over water the stretching mass made by hands forgotten to time labored their sweat and muddied boots stained faces bruised hands as they formed and massed a great strength moving ground and rocks … More THE OTHER SIDE
Roger Singer 