A force of sun cast yellow splinters past open curtains onto a wooden floor with sharp edges as they slip up the wall like a daydreaming spider. The quiet of the room is loud with silence. A solid red couch holds the room hostage. A grand desk, centered with pride, smoothly carved, decorated with silver; … More AFTERNOON LIGHT
A meadow of stars shined brightly into forevermore where a a small portion of night was pushed aside into a cold place before darkness reclaimed the sky. I start to count the rubies and diamonds above, surrendering my numbers to the dots pasted onto infinity canvas. The lights of a great city offers no competition … More HIGHWAY SKY
Jack was the velvet hitchhiker. The typewriter and his road. He was cursed with nonchalant genius. Words worshipped him. Allen and Neal were jealous of the Lowell hometown boy. The athlete at any sport, the worker, the college student and the occasional sailor. He was a lover of lost time. The gatekeeper of abstract thoughts. … More JACK K
Notes with wings take flight like dust pushed by the breeze of a horn finding every corner where music brings to life snapping fingers heads bobbing eyes agreeing ears laughing as sounds fill your head like jam on toasted bread Where crumbs fall like notes with wings. … More NOTES WITH WINGS
Lazy snake trains slumber overhead, listing hard into long rusty corners, rattling like bones in pain resembling old men walking to the park. Dark cafes list yesterday’s menus where hungry hands rain down with forks and sharp knives, scratching plates while lovers kiss and strangers stare. Sidewalks spotted … More YESTERDAYS MENU
I own the crossroads, the place of left and right, the straight and narrow, high crested curved roads and paths under rock gray clouds in valleys shared by yesterdays moon and breezes quick and cool with dust from boots traveling in circles and riding to lonely places and diners filled with searching and suspicions and … More CROSSROADS
It was the last days of warm sand. Afternoon shadows lay long and slender. The sun slipped away a little earlier and the clouds appeared thinner from where I stood. Season change is a transition of the soul, a sacrifice without choice; the end of one, the beginning of another. A rightly authority turns … More TRANSITION
We face a day of crossings, a full plate of unmatched space. A highway of the next day, wanting answers before the corners are reached. Decisions require a force to continue. It’s a dry day with an open horizon. A few thin clouds too weak to cast shadows. We strike out. Moving forward draws deep … More PATIENCE WAITING
A low moon, smiling full, casts silver blankets over my backyard. Darkness swells into corners where sounds dissolve into a flat silence. A lone shirt on a clothesline with arms walking, imitates a dancing life; breezes fill the yard like children playing. The window prints my nose cold. My bed refreshes me with its warmth. … More MOON SILVER
The brass of her voice struggled smooth, like feet running underwater. The climbing of her song planted her on high ground, where angels protected her in clouds. Her message is full of her; arms of the past, faces fading, she turns to shadows for comfort. Rich velvet agonies slide … More IN THE CLOUDS
Roger Singer 