Strangers are the archives of mysteries. Sidewalk lies brand them deep; attacked by silent words and hard faces. They are without council. Stepping from the shadows their walk is light and careful when in unwanted parts. They had dreams; stripped away after wounds, fading in horizons of travels. They have no apology, though some regrets. … More WALKING THROUGH
It’s a train car without wheels. A gathering for the subculture. An information center of new and yet to happen. It’s a stopover between this and that. Art deco, vinyl and stainless steel. Formica countertops and a bathroom without a lock. A jukebox with failed neon’s struggles in the corner. Eggs and coffee all day. … More AN EMPTY SEAT
Alone is the railroad car continually passing by, rattling the night into darkness with insincere eyes.. The sound of breathing roars across the bed. The drip of a faucet clocks out the minutes with agony. Outside city lights blink a neon code; red-blue points with false hope. Fleeting dreams raise a curtain revealing faces without … More THE OTHER SIDE
Roger Singer 