gusting wind greedily formed unsettled air, flexing its might around corners and curves, breeching walls attacking great and small, creating mayhem as a signature of unfathomable strength, unquestioned and free to disturb.
I pulled down a dream. Opened like a present. I feel a full sun warming me; breezes reinforce the moment. Beach grass bends to rhythm. Bicycles, open shirts, uncombed hair. Faces without voices. Water reflections. Warm freshly tarred roads. The fragrance of low tide. Corners without boundaries. Each day writes its own menu. Radios speak … More ONE PAST YESTERDAY
Sometimes there’s not enough words to explain the day. We attempt to create a shape, a revelation between spaces, where a line becomes more than a crease in time. It’s a half note matured and filled with air. The sound bursts into a place not yet traveled. The movement resembles a crusade, a new path … More PLACE YOUR BETS
Roger Singer 