The music had change and stretch, marching the sidewalks, turning heels and heads, twisting the jazz in into shadows with snap and burning where fingers speak a language of black tar streets and perfume rolls on the sweat of hands born into the arms of people stacked in apartments that … More A CITY MOVING
This ground is mine. I sweat it into growing. My eyes water the sound while my hands grasp the dirt, holding its generations of dust and stone with a blending of blood curing the colors making it good and right with sweet aroma passing through my hair rich with oils … More RIVER FULL
Car lights pass below on the street. Bloated twisted images spread shadowed alien figures onto building corners, peppering them onto flowered wall paper in my room, laying them flat with quiet colors. Tires hum grand and black, forming voices from the motion of speed on pavement. Red lights make for angry stops. Engines battle for … More STREET BELOW
A blue grey smoky air rolls over faces while voices speak in a hush as the band breathes between songs. Exhausted heels and tired ties melt into chairs without music; uncomfortable, they wait with anxious fingers tapping and shoes looking for space. Slivered clear ice rattles like chains in glasses of promise, as a captured … More BETWEEN SONGS
I vision a place safe without loss, the beginning of new, the opening on all sides where anyone can relax and sing. It’s a shadow of a place, harbored beyond envy and hate, turmoil and strife. It’s the next train with an open boxcar. A bus sounding loud on a dusty road. A car with … More OUT THERE
The crowded club jived with dance. High stepping fast fire slapping, leather turning as day releases into night and the passion of jazz. Diamond rings, teethe that shine, silky hands, twisted pearls, combed flat black hair, satin eyes and suspenders that snap. Rhythm makes the hands give in as … More CIRCLING STORMS
Songs overflow from doors opening to the sidewalk where.neon lights baptize the weak, stirring the curiosity of a night strung tight while others pray in alleys whispering their sins under a celestial curtain as stars cross behind the black of space where not a molecule is out of place as … More FINDING NIGHT
A homeless empty wind slipped the corner of late August, searching for the last remnant of summer, that final breath of warm air. Cool nights marked the end and the beginning of another season. Daylight slowly drained away familiar voices and sounds. The chance of the future depends on the passing of seasons. … More PASSING SEASONS
The flash of late night neon’s offered hope and rescue to sidewalk followers searching out the end of day watching the eyes of those passing. Flatbush Avenue ran the beat of alive never sleeping, holding tight the sounds of city language. Traffic lights measure time, guarding the roads … More FLATBUSH AVENUE
Off from the valleys and streams water slips to thick rivers of motion under bridges past hillsides and towns born with history bowing to water rolling strong into ocean carpets blue with thin green diamond sparkled wave tops joining the greater amassed bodies on the earth wider than arms can … More MOVING WATER
Roger Singer 