black and white photos of my youth under a dominant sun with uncombed hair barefoot open shirts dirt roads to beaches bridges and paths to discover before porch lights snap on and bonfires send sparks to heavens floor
Every evening he gazed up at evening stars whispering words he collected or a poem or song he was fond of watching the mist of his breath layer gently into cool air and even if clouds blocked his view he continued to speak knowing the stars were still there
The strangeness of late hours and busy feet walking between buildings where memories sift through passions and promises it must be the under surface of heaven where shadows and dreams whisper wisdom and pillows hide dreams and finally we realize that flowers become more beautiful as we age into something new
It was a like a movie of memories an afternoon of family pictures unreeling reflection shadows rainy day card games the aroma of cut grass, all reminders of heaven without sunshine and how time cruelly changed leaving some behind while unfolding others stiffly like a washed shirt on a winter clothesline … More CLOCK ON THE WALL
Always looking for the next bus that would take him to where he belongs not sure which direction and weather has no say traveling with a good hat and short story secrets, the ones unable to explain with just one line roads have adopted him pushing him beyond crossroads cant … More ONE DAY
Coolness of night is the heat of music ripples of song wash against the shoreline of ears abandoned to the will of music and whiskey the unreliable are drawn into convincing eyes absorbed within the web, a wicked spell they accept ugly crazy lights flash, freezing frames without motion the club … More NO WHERE CLUB
Night travel the vehicle of sleep a voyage beneath eyelids a place of forgiveness absent of answers voices remembered faces forgotten a little bit of heaven from a preachers heart the sound of hell from a gamblers hands favorable moons the burn of lemons and the taste of honey crossroads in the … More JUST UNDER
The soul of singing is a glorious sunshine like a sea of golden wheat tops ready for harvest as morning unfurls a heavenly glow emerald softened leaves twist at the request of passing breezes ground shadows from the hands of clouds cool the skin while a piece of sunshine crosses over a back … More A GOOD START
silent moonlight brushes silver over my face, as I gaze into infinity of dark the beginning without a bottom. stars compete for my eyes with hanging diamonds and heavens beyond look back at me man in the moon full of cheese, a wink and a half a carpet of chrome … More MY MOON
A spiritual journey of ease and discovery the opening of the obscure heart and innocence an inner sermon prospering on hope and delicate dreams of calm distant from whispers and swords the building back of faith from broken stars the hope of creating fires that bind and desires that never sleep
Roger Singer 