Dogs barking, children in an abandoned lot. Their game interrupted by a dispute. Small towns hold its players close, leaving little room to maneuver away from the center. Girls look at magazines, shopping for images. Young men sweat with strength, struggling with self as they search beyond the package of where they are. An old … More WHICH WAY
There was an unwillingness of movement. A stretch like tree tops in a tempest. A few indistinguishable words slipped clumsily into the air. The visions were intangible; the ones you think you touch but fail to feel. It was a spirit dream, a celebration of aesthetics. A temporary creation of interior thoughts like running … More OPEN UP
She held the stage hostage, holding tightly the neck of the microphone like a thief attempting escape. She commands the air before her, opening a path to waiting ears. Her mascara is pointed like an Egyptian Princess. Her lips possess the strength to break hearts. Her smile is a strand of rare pearls. There are … More SMOKEY LIGHTS
The moon pulled the shoreline into low tide, revealing the oceans resistance in ripples of sand. Treasures lay exposed or half buried in wet sand. Seagulls feed on trapped shells. Pools of water hold small fish soon to meet their end. The strand, dry with wild hair beach grass looks down from its headboard to … More WET SAND
Limestone and granite walls rise like cathedral tops toward heaven. Sidewalks and streets lay juxtaposed without solid connection. Separate souls march like Roman soldiers, dissolving into a fury of voices and city noises. There is a spreading coldness. The scales of time and culture peel back, exposing everything we try to hide. Even from elevated … More OPENING UP
There was a buzzing in a heaven of clouds. A horn from the alley brought down the house of pigeons. The air transformed into a night beauty. Neon’s and back doors offered a refueling of the psychological mortgage. Voices from the second floor rejoice between the folds of buildings. When night and dark mix, the … More A WAY THROUGH
The field is a luxurious place to sit and enjoy the growth of nature; the items missing and those left behind. It’s a flat cathedral. Every spot the hidden pinnacle of a steeple, pointing to heaven. The song is within the breezes, warm and cool. The heads of weeds and wild flowers Hum their … More HIDDEN UNDERGROUND
The train lunged in and out of order. Heads swayed like displaced seaweed mocking gravity. The stars and moon remained in place. Thick metal wheels turn with conviction. There is no shame for those asleep, leaning onto windows, newspapers for pillows. The miles create a low hum. The engine possesses a pure heart. White smoke … More NIGHT CRAWLERS
There was little understanding between them and him. What was discussed fell fallow. Them pressed the point to him. He knew the choice of them and their kind, “join them or flounder alone.” This was not for him. He would warm under a blanket of without, and remain in division. Them held strong the line, … More HOLDING THE LINE
That falling star is mine. The one full of my wishes. The dates and times bundled like knotted twine. It’s all there, the broken hearts, skinned knees, minced oaths and promises waiting to be fulfilled. Like the one about my father. His passing too soon and the wish to hear him say my name one … More LOOKING UP
Roger Singer 