when home comes for you, it washes you into an unobstructed path away from the ledge, breaking the distance between lands and time separated, capturing your steps, recovering the parts of separation, a leaning once stronger than the soul, now whispers, it will find a place for you
this road that road it’s the forgot of what there was to forget a place a room, shallow, deep, a pillow of dreams the opening of seasons living in the river of today, reflecting away the ordinary fighting against “instead” without slipping into madness where broken wings turn to rags, but … More HEALING WOUNDS
the energy of day resigns itself to evening thin shadows cast linen gray images onto sides of cottages and front porches the soil and trees release a tired breath as night occupies all spaces darkness closes day lilies, a reminder that time runs with us until it fails
forgiveness looks back from the mirror with half smiles, like the lesser wings of angels it’s the time lost, the unscheduled acts of life, trapped in water, with the allure of youth washed out in scars and wounds wrinkles unstoppable speak a visible war of seasons in constant forward motion … More A MIRRORS VOICE
from the mouths of angels voices appeared like bonfires burning from their faces as the last clouds of day melted away their message rose from the edge like a half note of wind it was breath to breath a full measure without error that eternity holds the dreams of the dead
wish me well I’m in a pattern of landing hard in this balloon filled with lead while feeling dark all over in the middle of the day when I know the eyes of a mannequin has a soul and a plastic heart truer than some that I know
spider stars high above suspended glory drawing my eyes to swim up within cool clean air receiving forgiveness as everything opens up and moonlight falls back onto my face I realize I am a hermit visitor within a moving universe
the story within a song a passing face the sound of your name a closing door morning rain first falling leaves last summer day the other glove soft side of a hand a spring wreath an old letter favorite shoes the chance for again the sun absorbing rain the cat that came back a road … More PIECES
the ocean is in eventide the pausing of waters before obeying the change ghosts of twilight hide within its stillness as a deep and distant rumbling stirs the edges of all horizons splintered clouds inspect the madness unfolding below where waters tempt the brave and foolish
There’s an element of searching a strong unwritten text reminders of miracles wasted in an alley or a hallway without lights where vapors dribble out confessions like the street artist with a crooked crescent smile chalking his drawings providing them with a soul and eyes that follow and a woman silent … More SIDEWALK AFTERNOON
Roger Singer 