It’s a long whistle putting the hand on men and women as the earth tilts pulling them past open wooden doors into the maze of machinery where generations stood and counted hours and years until the next bodies of youth replaced names on lockers and punch clock numbers as the work produced exceeded the quality … More MACHINE SHOP
Backyard hideaway supporting wings of travel flags turned flat and straight clouds above roll out mercy while angels move swiftly overhead as the earth continues to turn underneath those in need where wishes find passage into the softness of the praying soul discovering gold under the diamonds of eyes full of promise.
The moon dissolved over treetops the area is remote and wild a black night sky exposes the stars on a dark curved canopy dreams and wishes search for the desperate you can see the crest of the earth from here a place deserving of only a few … More LIMITED OFFER
At the end of the earth there’s a diving board where grieving souls and soiled hands search for security and a higher calling there comes a realization there are no road signs or directions but the hope there’s a safety net after the jump
A motionless escape invisible freedoms discovered paupers enjoy the fragrance of roses and lavender as they contemplate the discipline of the earth stars follow the desperate while hope is the pollen of dreams
REGAL MOMENT The hawk fearless aerial troubadour a solitary soldier overseeing conquering the air circling silently feathers against the sky bending into the curves observing the ground one within the currents patience unequaled dutiful to hereditary and family owning the right moment descending with accurate speed securing the ability to succeed
Sailing ships full sails sliding through blue and green waves divide into exhaustion song of wind never the same strong hands mast the desire of motion angles break apart clouds add fuel the earth turns under the surface rope and wood fuel and fury heaven moves aside angels applaud
The bow carved a sharp signature through oceans charm; a moment of perfection. It was a revival of solitude, a refuge, seamless, unhurried, exposing soft edges. The wind was well mannered. The boat maintained its space, cutting a pathway from inspired design, slicing through without compromise. The rudder boasts a worthy thirst, … More COMMAND
It was a canvas with voice. Tight and constrained. Earth supported with a dampening sky. Gold leafs brightened from a silver candelabra. Birds cold gray and three flowers in need of water. Shadows from a forest with blue trees. In the center a precocious muse. An expression to beguile those with whispering gazes and questions. … More MUSE
On the backstretch they disappear into the land. The occasional rising of a head is momentarily glimpsed. Even from here, the pounding of the earth is faintly heard. The crowd remains silent as they emerge from the final curve. Nostrils flaring, leather and sweat, taught reins, hooves ripping the dirt aside. They are massed together. … More RACE DAY
Roger Singer 