Each of us is a song. No voice the same. Every turn finds a new path. No road remains untraveled or forgotten, while some are filled with promise, others send us home. We overlook the obvious; chances without names or introductions. There before us angels unbeknownst, Encourage the right way. We are new, blessed … More CLIMBING OUT
I am the undercurrent of your shadow. A breath between beats. Breezes move past like years of facts we claim to achieve. Words become festivals of flow; engines of fire, strong with grace. Sometimes when alone, memories speak to me while angels weep of loss, under the welcome cover of clouds. It’s all simple in … More IT ALL ADDS UP
Years hold the pictures as youth fills in where legs ran forever; trees envied the quickness. Warm days touch the side of faces; a silent act of unconcern. Empty chairs hold the shadows several times removed; their song is a story of before. Fondness eventually waits for no one. The clock of seasons protects its … More A PATH THROUGH
Her song pressed out what was good, speaking about night and alone And how to make the giants go away. Her anger was mild and her forgiveness peppered with flavor from street Lights and city traffic, yet she exhibited a cruel disturbance, like chaos by the numbers; a painting of sadness. She warned that dust … More BEFORE AND AFTER
Ripples of shadows crossed the field, like racers to the finish. Birds of all sizes cut corners above the willowy weeds. Moths dared themselves into the air to a line of trees. A thin dew spread evenly over leaves and brush. The change from day to dusk moved within the sky. Small creatures scurried swiftly … More EVENING CANVAS
The fire excites gypsy dancing. Sparks mingle angrily into the cool breezes of a blackened night. The air becomes possessed with groans and fevered mutterings. The sounds crawl to the ground like a snake fleeing without a fight. Music fuels the spirit unleashed. Shoes pound the dirt. Dust clings to everything. Hands clap a … More OUT OF BOUNDS
Alone is the railroad car continually passing by, rattling the night into darkness with insincere eyes.. The sound of breathing roars across the bed. The drip of a faucet clocks out the minutes with agony. Outside city lights blink a neon code; red-blue points with false hope. Fleeting dreams raise a curtain revealing faces without … More THE OTHER SIDE
A back porch guitar man sends a song into an alley. Sweat stains his hat and baptizes his shirt. He sings of cards, gin, smoke and lies. Sure fingers free the fear he protects. Pigeons rustle nervously above. Strangers shuffle by, chasing last night’s dreams. A cat circles a trach can. He pushes … More HIS PLACE
The intent of a rising sun encourages the impatience out of night. From the abyss of dreams we are renewed, like ribbons unraveling while lifted from the floor. A part of us protests, exciting the brimstone from and anxious song we hum while putting on ragged jeans a chain and a cross. Tattoos tell a … More UP
There’s a mirror that reveals the truth and an hour glass with a voice. Dripping water tells the story, where long tracks hide distant whistles. In the background the earth groans and the trees are its gray hairs. There’s a feast on the table, on the other side of the best door. It’s improbable to … More SAFE COMFORT
Roger Singer 