Its where long streets with red lights stop the direction of forward motion. Boys in leather jackets. Girls with tattoos, red lipstick and black boots; bright smiles and sunglasses, fingers adorned with rings. Shoulders sway to all types of music. Hats and jackets form circles of color. They are artists of extreme quality, where personal … More FULL OF NOTICE
Unfinished crosswords and cigarettes feed the granite regulars at the diner. Torn vinyl and stained tiles welcome neighborhood regulars; black rimmed glasses, uncombed hair, cowboy boots, long sleeve shirts and a variety of hats. The food lacks life. Coffee fuels the thoughts. The place is a safety net dipped in grease. The radio stales the … More TAKE A SEAT
Gypsy soft shoes drift through the shadows of a campfire. Egyptian blue shirts and lime orange slippers dance in circles, forcing the excited sparks higher. Voices share experiences of survival and close calls. Men sport straw hats and Peruvian colored scarves. From peach basket seats, men smoke thick cigars; serious eyes foster cautious plans. The … More OVERNIGHT HOME
Street people sing the change cups full. They dance without care, laughing wide and loud. They search for the weak, catching their eyes, reeling them in; the uninvolved walk and avoid. The corner becomes a one ring circus. Traffic releases thunder. Children point. The elderly understand the caldron of poverty. Midnight ends the show. A … More RINGMASTERS
There was a silence unbroken when midnight had passed. The street, the town, all quiet like a rock. Above, a black horizon dotted with unnamed galaxies. I point out the stars with my finger as I surrender a warm breath into a cool evening; it fades slowly while joining dark fathoms. My steps draw a … More ALMOST THERE
Stop signs with bullet holes and a broken billboard oversee a wide intersection where the desert has no friends. Roadside trash lay mangled under scrub brush. Rain has no business here. Insects run safely across the road; shade belongs someplace else. Lightening scrapes a distant mountain top. Sheets of blue rain find someplace else to … More KEEP ON WALKING
It’s the things that make you………. The last stone in the wall, A single word worth more than many, The look that holds the attention, The song full of what we need, The day regardless of rain or sun, The dance that fills you with good, The voice you run too, The screen door … More YOUR SONG
It’s the end of where I’ve been and the beginning of where I need to go. It’s a long road I’ve shortened. While standing under the shade of where I want to be, I hold time and watch its hands; it stops for no one. Every memory has its own weight. Darkness has the … More TRY AGAIN
Waves of words press against change, pushing relentlessly uphill, gaining two steps behind forward. Like clouds boiling out, releasing fingers of long rain. Tension is a moment of unwanted paradise. Voices rise within a stream of indifference; there are no two sides, only one is always right. A walk of thoughts becomes a river, a … More OPEN DISORDER
From the third story window, traffic below releases a voice. The aroma of warm asphalt, oil and exhaust rises into the space between tired buildings. People imitate the ants below their feet; swerving to avoid contact. Passing anger remains concealed within; learned by everyone to survive. Eyes gaze from open windows, scanning the streets and … More OPEN WALK
Roger Singer 