Songs of subways overhead press out the language of day as they weave, screeching the overload in corners, releasing sparks while heads inside sway without control. Shadow art on the pavement below scripts across cars and people, into alleys then splashes jaggedly onto store fronts. The aroma of diesel fuel, creosol, standing water, barrooms, exhaust … More MOSTLY IGNORED
There are visions of highway men late at night. Cars slow, looking about. Weary travelers without planning. Sounds increase past midnight, raising caution and suspicion. Ragged freight trains punch pull through town. Dogs sleep off day with restless legs and twitching ears, chasing spirit cats in dreams. A church bell runs out three. Thieves fail … More LATE, VERY LATE
CONSTANT FORCES Treasures uncovered, delights hidden, musicians in motion, gates and shadows, unwelcome guests, changing tides, angels without wings, heaven understanding, rain and mud, wandering shoes, bouquets welcome, youth rejects fear, a jewel covered, crestfallen heroes, tomorrow becomes history. secrets of death, roads without shoulders, curves with weight, the yeast of gold, unwilling words, Kerouac’s … More CONSTANT FORCES
Bronzed hands and neck. Field workers at 5am. The sun cuts sharp. Tractors crawl, knives slice. Work hard breathing. Sweat equals blood. No one speaks. A cloudless sky. Baskets stacked and leaning. Water passed around. No breeze. Distant highway traffic. Boots crossing rows. Busy hands. Two shirts. Golden rich soil. Geometric plant rows. Water machines … More FIELD HANDS
JAZZY EYES Smoke gets chased by running air pulsing like storms from horns end. Fast fingers hungrily push willing tabs finding sound with depth just fine. Blue shades cover cool jazzy eyes thinking full with thoughts driven hard.
A house of mirrors. Canals of images. Twisted shapes of nightmare size. Legs without bodies. Heads without feet. Some pose, others see the enemy of themselves. Everyone is in obedience to moving along. Step carefully. Someone screams and then another. Laughter startles the air. Lights flash up. A nervous voice sings out. Some linger. People … More CARNIVAL NIGHT
There is a life in words, forming, releasing, telling stories, opening thoughts, stirring trouble. Like the many hats we wear, the doors we choose or the paths we finally accept. We are souls in transition. Trouble without bruises. A harvest strong with thoughts. We pause for the horse and rider and make way for the … More RELEASE THE HOUNDS
The breath of summer slipped into September as if destined to die. Humid nights where fireflies attack the dark and ocean breezes lifted my hair, stay in August. A bonfire dances flames onto youthful tanned faces deeply absorbed with strength. Porch lights freely welcome homeless bugs while … More SEPTEMBER FIRST
There is a sleep murmur, a language of slumber, half words absent of full thoughts, verbal creations satisfying the ears while agreeing with suggestions; nodding of the head and smiling before slipping back to sleep. Dreams offer partial direction, indicating the chance to be or the place be all appears right, and above question. Night … More THE OTHER SIDE
Hot city. Concrete alleys. Weeds crawl from cracks near broken glass and homeless stars. Black wires above connect buildings like jungle vines where birds and small creatures cross the canyon. Mounds of garbage sit fat with moisture, ripe with decay. A back door opens. A fat man wearing an apron steps out lighting a cigarette. … More CONCRETE ALLEYS
Roger Singer 