Night pushed in. Cool air brushed over me. Crickets start. Clouds look cold. Shadows fade. Porch lights start. Empty swings. Windows close. A cat sits by the door. A few leaves fall. Toys in the yard. The last slivers of dusk. A screen door closes. Laundry on the line. Baseball on the radio. A distant … More LIGHTS OUT
We are the audience of a passing world, the under stage of observing, an indifference to do what’s right at the cost of singled out. The wounds we endure, touched off by salt water opinions and acts of hate, burn to the core, fostering impatience and anger. Repetitious stories attempt To swallow us within the … More UPSTREAM
I am a traveler within the space familiar to me. The area surrounding, the region full of what I know best and how I appear to others and myself. This land is of my youth; tree swings, paths toward home and back doors always unlocked. Windows blossom with curtains and flowers pots in need of … More THIS PLACE
It was a raining of dreams, like stars falling on the edges of safe harbors, encouraging the heroes we have inside as visions of advancing shadows pressed through a gray descending mist until images of horses appeared; their muscles burdened with motion, running past, thundering the ground, until blending into black curtains. The forest is … More JUST BEFORE AWAKE
A smudged light struggles to the sidewalk, escaping past greasy diner windows, blurring its last strength onto a traffic burdened surface. Lonely faces, fat arms, tattoos of knives and bleeding hearts pass under the tide of night. Hats tipped. Collars up. Nervous hands. Fists clenched. Fingers pointing. Unwashed faces. For all who seek, there is … More CITY DINER
Flat is the water, where dreams roll over past chances and hands with palms exposed pleading truth and roads chosen too soon release darkened unfamiliar clouds where thunder presses the chest and rain washes the better part of shadows from the skin while tired legs search and find glimpses of places where words breathe uneasily … More FAST WITH FLOW
Long whispers. Unachieved destinations. Serenity consumed. Overwhelming choices folded into one decision. Street people dancing. Resentful workers sidestepping random faces. Phones ring. Buses hiss to stops. The aroma of hot dogs and lunch. Silent faces. Worried thoughts. Fast steps. Escalators jammed. Subways overloaded. There is unity in motion. The desire to leave. The hope to … More WALKING TO WORK
The circle of music. A muse of language. Ups in high and low with downs. The circle complete. Rounding into jazz. Straight roads with curves, paintings without colors, water fountains wet with voices dividing the air. Magnolia sounds catch the June bug, lightening the circle in my chest, setting afire lights, allowing me to see … More CURIOUS LINE
The pleasure’s got his pain, as tides rise and colors slip the doors speaking his jazz into high corners where names of him reach the dogs of night, feeding their growl, fueling the thoughts of love lost in the leaving of shoes and the rooms of broken visions left behind and the darkness of smiles … More FAT WITH JAZZ
A black Oldsmobile. Chrome tips. Dinosaur eyes. Red leather seats; the chariot ride for kings. The jazz men merge through the doors. Cigarettes pulse the black air. The radio bebop’s and fingers tap; white walls kiss the road. Long nights and roads. Strange doors. Diners flash neon. Meatloaf warms the soul; the jukebox slips a … More BLACK AIR
Roger Singer 