We are in the business of judging strangers with wry smiles and hats dipped low. We lean in to evaluate, though not close, watching their direction with curiosity and fear, while avoiding their gaze so as not to be invited into their unstable space. We imagine their aroma. Where they slept and what their looking … More STRANGERS
Men absent of home circle the fire with wide brimmed hats. Eyes full of long roads and cold hands absorb the heat under windless dark skies. Somber lips release words of low tone. Whispers merge with the snap of fire as quiet moods settle like cold soup. Lines of smoke and sparks rise … More NIGHT CIRCLE
There are a number in hiding, an invisible color, like hedgerows, self-protecting, settling into quiet corners, pulling at their shadow, building on the strength of alone. They are the crowds of the unnoticed, claiming an unwanted seat where they feel secure. They are end tables of thought, conspiring with overthinking, finding comfort as the part … More QUIETLY ALONE
Roger Singer 