Years hold the pictures as youth fills in where legs ran forever warm days touch the side of faces in a silent act empty chairs hold shadows several times removed their song is a story of before where fondness waits for no one the clock of seasons protects the secrets of dreams … More A PATH THROUGH
Fractional sunlight pressed through gray mist clouds like thieves stealing between headstones. A ribbon of water separated the road from an outpost of evergreens; a creation of serious lines and rugged beauty. It was a favorite place, untypical, not easily replaced nor forgotten. The ground was resolved to hold theses treasures close to … More A PROMISE TO HOLD
The sidewalk is a stream, a playground, an escape without arrows to point the way out. Fallen stars, the scattering of dreamers believing in second chances, light the city at night. Children remain close by, guarded by the fences of stern warnings. Their visions asleep as they accept the ideas of less. Surrounding aromas … More NOT FAR FROM HERE
A passing face and familiar shadow a life shining in a moment where beauty never fades the sense of a spirit a season captured not to be forgotten like the voice making everything right and the arms of support we are each a field of planted memories youth releases us into years where … More IT’S YOU
There was a narrow reason to mourn a cerebral molting spread over partly framed orderly opinions he was a recluse of twisted dreams pure with talent a personal connection to the souls of interest within his circle he formed a texture of words weaving clouds into reality rain washed him, arms … More WARHOL GONE
The secret of being lost is the disregard for being found the luxury of blending to be part of unseen corners drifting away from everyone’s roads brushing past idle spirits and obstacles in the path the soul of travel are tents left behind places where a moment was meant for a … More BLENDING
Needles of streams form rivers; moving water the substance of spare parts a sliding territory under moon and sun. It’s design is a creative covering of millennial cooperation with pathways to the ocean; a friendship of ancient land and rock. In season it can become a crown of betrayal connecting briefly with the … More RESTLESS STRENGTH
The area between dreams is the thirst of sleepers. They drink in the invisible waiting for troubled angels to produce from silvery darkness a face in the mirror a nameless misfortune or the salt of visions with piercing shadows, and familiar voices; the wrinkles of life not available during the day.
The other side of shade, on the banks of the unfamiliar, where I am mindful of dust, from towns past, but not from here. It’s a summer loud day, the wind and sky companions, a place some call home, where a sweater is used for warmth or a pillow. A place where houses and main … More ONE TOWN OVER
I have roads in my pockets. Curves and straightaways own a piece of my steps, as I never look back over a thunderstorm wet shoulder; hats have a way of getting in my way. I’ll find a coat for winter and shorts for summer. I found a pair of sneakers in Phoenix and some … More PASSING BY
Roger Singer 