It was a low tide. The aroma was of wet sand and seaweed. The rocks lay brazenly exposed, their sides speckled with barnacles. The water produced a ripple of waves; a motion of silence. A cellophane sky, yellow and pale white, spread thin over the horizon, appearing as a luxury of violence, like strangers … More FINGERPRINTS
Wall shadows of arms and legs randomly move about, voices flat and muted while hurrying past, each arriving someplace only they know. From a thick leather chair I observe the appetite of the city, sensing their anxious thirst to achieve that which was greater than yesterday. Rising from within the masses comes city … More A LOW GROWL
It was a disconnected light, un-renewed and abandoned, laboring to produce gray from cold morning shadows; leafless branches stretch out, separating earth from sky. Songs of preparing and moving lift from homes and streets. A fresh start blesses the soul in search of a brighter path than what appears before them. What gains … More MOUNTAINS
The equatorial spin releases warm winds and trailing mists forming erratic clouds amassing into giants spreading over latitudes and longitudes blanketing cities and continents delivering rain and shade forming shadows until the high and thin, flat and long vanish into the air that gave it birth.
It’s a cleansing a falling of warm comfort or cold for thirst, running from streams to oceans cast down from openings the drops add to earth’s bounty the catch basin never filling or emptying held steadfast by shorelines the great walls retaining the formidable wrath of angry giants searching, hoping for an escape, a way … More SHORELINES
Crawling sideways through pines smiling of chrome an autumn moon takes command like lightening without sound drawing my eyes as if pulled by strong tides I gaze not for just a moment but I search as I have countless times its cold distant face and will again when pleasantly captured by it its presence once … More MOON SPACE
From the terrace, half abandoned daylight slowly disconnects itself, yielding to a gray-crimson shade until night paints dark. Small shadowed noises sound like giants wrestling. Bats curve the air. An owl holds court on a royal top branch. Working arms of winds stretch into branches, whistling a low shudder, pulsing the ground. The moon howls … More HALF COLD, HALF HOT
There was a breeze of shivers forcing on a weather thick coat and wool hat while hands sheltered in pockets wished for home. The last of leaves tumble and glide to a waiting surface, their fleeting beauty carpets the ground. The rising of chimney smoke quickly curves over, merging silently into an ocean of cold … More BREATHE OUT
A thousand winds with hands descended from purple blue skies bending heads of slumbered wheat into waves of yellow oceans. The aroma of a distant heaven surrounds me, the vulnerable self, as the earth moves beneath me. I am a speck of sand, a feather lifted every morning as I first breathe in … More YELLOW WAVES
Shadow whispers boiled up in the place. Overtures of innocent violence stirred idle fingers. Unbroken sunshine dominated the blue of deep skies. A sediment of faces is a beach of tides. An undertow washes away colors of us, revealing old stains. The street, a hungry animal, searches to devourer, never … More MY FRIEND
Roger Singer 