The desert is a departing thief. Black and white forming faint shadows while breaking away an afternoon sun into night. Billboards stare back with origami eyes, glaring with silver lights onto roads running to the edge of the earth. Continuing with a deeper falling, we feel upside down as if a herd of … More FURTHER AWAY
The ground rose, colliding with the emotions of my steps, railroading me through stations of thought. Like drums beating a steady cadence of emotions, suggesting a direction for desire. Goals evaporated without explanation. Private thoughts hide in the alleys where dreams live long enough to take a few breaths. There’s fire in the creative hands … More AS THE GARDEN GROWS
The fire excites gypsy dancing. Sparks mingle angrily into the cool breezes of a blackened night. The air becomes possessed with groans and fevered mutterings. The sounds crawl to the ground like a snake fleeing without a fight. Music fuels the spirit unleashed. Shoes pound the dirt. Dust clings to everything. Hands clap a … More OUT OF BOUNDS
It reminded me of a glass floor. Where the walk was careful and steps were applied lightly. There was a common passageway of knowledge. Absent of detours. A place where the brave refuse to rest, like unbroken thoughts of youth; deep breathes full of life’s long roads. Boundaries refrained from become reduced, yielding to the … More MOVING THROUGH
Roger Singer 