You awake, tossing off sleep, stirring the covers into misshapen objects. You recreate and gather to the surface the image of a building, a tall structure, solid, thick walls, a place to gather. The thoughts grow and then recede on the vapors of your dreams. Looking closer there is cracking in the … More REBUILDING
A river is a mountain of energy. Its appetite to reach the ocean. The river is a highway pulling with it silt, leaves and parts of trees. On occasion the river reaches out. It’s watery fingers possessing what it wants. Quietly it moves, pushing over and carrying away the life and love of everything in … More EVERY RIVER
The sky lay flat, like pressed wet charcoal, the sheen muted as if rubbed into canvas under a heavy hand. There was silence. A pre-turbulent horizon gestating its thoughts. Diseased and sallow mixed. An orchestra waiting for the conductor. The quiet pressed in. Words were ineffective. Comfort needless. The ground underneath felt unsure of the … More SEEK SHELTER
The moon dripped silver, bleeding through scratched windows, dusting the yard, drawing the eyes upward into favorable suspense. The moon is the bride of night’s sky, a lover in plain sight with enormous arms for sharing, Unless restrained by clouds. The moon creates dreams while teasing the curious to gaze up innocently, unconcerned with time. … More MOON TIME
Deep within the soft twists of voices the blessings from angels is woven within the thorns of hearts, releasing a blessing of sweet words like manna on sidewalks as day washes over dusky curtains of faces and shoulders. There is no room for wings within crowds where the language of the streets seeks the weak … More ANGEL WINGS
Downwind crossroads are reckless sacrifices. The opening that appears, like a window half open that encourages. The day was without fences or caution. The curtains on your stage are pulled back, preparing for an entrance. Corridors of thoughts testify the betrayal where the eye opening tracks remain quiet now but stir the air, preparing for … More SLIPPING THROUGH
Beams and bolts of a bridge spread shadows like chestnut trees onto the stark Riverside Diner. A brown river flowing smooth like chocolate swirling in cups rumbles deep to the ocean. Men with hats, herringbone coats and leather gloves find comfort on wooden seats; rugged and sure. Cigarette smoke crawls freely from … More RIVERSIDE DINER
OVERCAST Behind cloudy burlap curtains, heaven hides a sun, its color bathed out from sight. Puddles reflect the figures of a passing sky. People with coats and hats dampened take great steps like giants walking under the protection of trees. Windows reflect buildings and faces, open fields and homes without … More OVERCAST
A single florescent yellow light randomly hummed a static frenzy over a black and white tiled floor. The air was stagnant as if drugged. Brown paneled walls, stained and cracked, closed in with coffin anxiety. Music from the apartment above attempted an escape through the ceiling above our heads. A lazy dust coated fan oscillated … More THE BOOKSTORE
In time, underlined words on paper, the favorites of phrases, become illegible, though not forgotten as our temperature to change thoughts creates undercurrents from a thick darkness within. The answers to our delicate puzzles can be fragile, larger than what there was. Every chance attempted is an epic motion within our history; trying times … More THE MOTH
Roger Singer 