The oil of dark turned quiet. The gears of dusk pulled kneeling clouds to lay their praying hands over valleys where evening oddly fits like a puzzle. The sun yields to a purple sky. Flags of death witness horizons loss of youth. A cool brush of wind closes in around. Fields accept curtains … More NIGHT ENTERS
He survives the years and faces departed in early breezes; there are few now who remember him as a child. Tears stain everyone. His skin is smoothed. Fingers once busy warm in the sun. His eyes once of youth and feet born of Mercury, rest willingly. He sleeps in parts. Lightly at first and then … More MORNING COFFEE
I kneeled to the ground, my hand pressed dirt onto its clean soft surface as pieces slipped between and dripped back to the common bond, the relation of stones and boulders and glaciers shearing at the land, leaving mountains unhooked, forming unstoppable streams into pulsing rivers, curving, carving, driving under then rising to the surface with … More BELOW ME
Cannonades of sound spilled out announcing the coming and going of time the salt of thoughts watered with oceans persistent waves like gladiators of foaming armies spreading wide the release of tossing sand and rocks seeking a new level unasked for until lifted by or rolled out to calmer decorated ergs waiting to be tugged … More BACK AND FORTH
Day yielded unwillingly to a shower of gray sky where stars faintly blink for attention. We sat on a rock by the sea, its warmth reminded us of a cloudless August day. Receding emerald green waves wash over sand and shells releasing whispering sandpaper voices into the salt air we breathe. Our words … More ALWAYS MINE
The brashness of a gray afternoon curses at roadside bars, all night diners and clotheslines resembling sagging roadmaps. Mud flaps proselytize to the lost while angels search for the abandoned; neon lights tempt the lonely from corners. In the distance, a city. A breath spread wide of buildings and faces, where evil drains into collars … More A CITY
Innocent violence creates the sediment of the street. The people, the open windows, full of colors, spirits lifting out of gray shadows and black roads. The streets are never satisfied, always hungry, hands reaching Hammering voices, Words speaking loud and sweat dripping. City spirits drift uneasy, searching alleys for faces hiding. … More HIGH GROUND
Men absent of home circle the fire with wide brimmed hats. Eyes full of long roads and cold hands absorb the heat under windless dark skies. Somber lips release words of low tone. Whispers merge with the snap of fire as quiet moods settle like cold soup. Lines of smoke and sparks rise … More NIGHT CIRCLE
A great black quiet above lay sleeping. An engine without steam or heat. A mouth lost of words. An open sky. Stars shining their jewels; eyes without faces pasted in a forever place. A steady hand. Fingers pointed with wishes fall prey to tomorrow; the hope of change knows only pain. Time folds over, presenting … More
Over the oceans uneven surface the oarsmen strain against ancient currents. Muscles ache with weight and drive. The waves seek dominance on the boats direction, altering the course, only to be set right with flesh and strength. A linen light mist layers on hats and shoulders. A gray leather sky broods above in silence. The … More MEN AND FATHOMS
Roger Singer 