it begins to rain heavy without warning, an ocean of water descends from the sky stepping around broken glass in the gutter, reminds me of fallen stars and broken wishes I am soaked through, exposed, feeling shirtless as the cold clings to me water gathers then runs off abiding to gravity … More BROKEN WISHES
mercurial breezes stirred the ponds surface creating a water print with soft twisting sounds of irregular disruption forming ripples without direction soon breaking apart returning the surface to smooth glass, reflecting late afternoon clouds
eyes with work a wall clock without mercy typewriter language paper thick with ink corner offices glass doors with names water tank and paper cups fluorescent lights no one notices the hum high heels hair spray jackets and ties felt hats everyone smokes see you tomorrow
Over the desert floor high wires hum in monotone supported by steel frames passing messages relaying news births and deaths far below snakes and insects sage brush abandoned cars pieces of the unknown footprints broken glass a shoe and a shovel
In the forest when raining numerous rhythms create a liquid orchestra the pulsing of loose waters spontaneous unexplained combinations a perfect blend of fragrance pine needles and lily of the valley generous displays of greening and wetness appear like glass
A summer sun settles silently over a lakes glass top two shadows within the impulse of beauty glide over deep blue waters long wooden oars respond willingly to the love of pulling as we press away delicate ripples from the bow we evaporate over the surface blending into the company of natures … More THE OTHER SIDE
It’s a slow step into cold air; the season twists out a new face. A cat meows at a half moon. Heaven hears the barking of angry dogs. Strands of mist stretch from street lights. Whispers rise from the alley. Window dressings slumber. Libraries welcome closing hours. Rain reduces the burden of clouds. Dead winter … More A LINE DRAWN
There was a glass reflection of sky and overhanging branches as we passaged down river, slipping through calm water; an excursion through nature’s lyrics. Each wide corner revealed another portrait in perfect color; small gatherings of birds swept silently above. There was a balance. A quiet tempest of greatness. An undercurrent of power not seen. … More EACH CORNER
The piano room was a glass slipper waiting for perfect hands to free the sound. Sunlight through the curtains spread a yellow pollen-like glaze over the furniture. Books lining shelves resurrected the curious. The room possessed an unexplained magnetism. A place for the temporary soul to embark on an expedition of heart. A grand oriental … More WAITING
Roger Singer 