From the feather edge of thoughts, stewards like marching memories stand red brick building firm. I see the common space between here and there; a sliver of everything important. I sense the layers removed. There is persuasion when the untold surfaces of common spaces, rehabilitate gray skies into the summer of youth Breezes find … More I HEAR THE SOUND
He was a standing man of stone. An iron gate fixed into ground. In his eyes was a tempest of seriousness. Hands calloused from years of grappling with building and tearing down. His shadow moved under the caution of direct intent. He smiles infrequently, only when mentioning his son. He carries a newspaper, his contact … More RESPECT
I settled down, though briefly and had a think, like when water becomes ambient, not warm or cold; placid while reshaping an outcome. It was a must, a brush with orderliness, creating the back end before leading the pen to water. It became a flower moment, an opening as if sun touched, bringing … More CREATION
From a distant balcony I viewed the clouds crab by overhead. The winds resonated mixed sounds through boughs of great trees and then buffeted lightly against worn shutters and meadow grass. The sky darkened, I felt like an unknowing outsider, a Philistine, waiting for David. I recognized the approaching weather headline. I lingered as a … More FRONT LINE
Festival day captures the heart of church bells, stirring the sedative village into boisterous frivolity. Adjoining terraces are decorated with multiple loud colors. Pigeons look down from rooftops. Shops are closed for the day. Paper banners rattle in the wind. Revelers dance on shaded streets, celebrating generations of unchanged excitement. With arms entwined they … More ONCE A YEAR
Into the desert. Road signs peppered like a wasteland war. The air is solid with evenings coolness stepping in. Jack rabbits feet sing out an escape, hoping for luck. A lunar terrain, scattered with hungry plants and starving weeds. The sun fell into a distant comfortable corner. Stars hold their distance, offering an occasional … More PASSING THROUGH
There was side stepping, avoiding a disaster. People pointed. Like thunder they moaned a noise like trees falling. There was no far away when gathering started out flat and solid. Hands with a cause formed an ocean like seaweed waving. Hearts of motion breathed energy. Eyes alighted like hungry animals. Their language one or two … More MARCHING
It was called, “The Hotel.” Like a childhood friend known by one name. The lobby exhibited signs of artistic death. There were overused red velvet chairs. A couch without cushions. Ceiling fans without life. Strips of wallpaper peeling Like a melting glacier. Many have passed through the thick wooden and glass doors onto black and … More PATINA
I pulled down a dream. Opened like a present. I feel a full sun warming me; breezes reinforce the moment. Beach grass bends to rhythm. Bicycles, open shirts, uncombed hair. Faces without voices. Water reflections. Warm freshly tarred roads. The fragrance of low tide. Corners without boundaries. Each day writes its own menu. Radios speak … More ONE PAST YESTERDAY
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
Roger Singer 