I felt the water clock hold sentence over me. Dribbling out good, bad, indifference and sincerity. Its pendulum was silent, though refreshing me with reminders like a mirror reflecting the truth. Every experience has weight; the winning, losing, success and luck. We balance them until it tips. The result of results are unspoken for. … More END AROUND
He wore a dark herringbone wool shirt. Ivory buttons were the stepping stones holding his two halves together. Strength and honesty were the bare knuckles of his core. His eyes are the password for those to enter. Men wearing winter coats and hats shuffle forward. Downcast, they hold respect for their place. The food and … More LINE UP
There was a breath of bad jazz. Dark curtains frosted over. The jams Of songs fled from the fingers to the valves on the horn. “Where comes the sound?” People nearby wondered. The air became frantic With cut notes. Fractured and scratched from the blood of soul and sand, where his life lay exposed … More OPEN WIND
The route begins beyond the next corner; the guardian of travel, a watchtower circling before fires, creating a new path. Every village has desires dampened by lack of challenge; where breaths wait for courage to pass over new found eagerness. A few have conquered the fear, walking into new places, defeating chance, opening … More THE VILLAGE
TODAY’S MASK It stands again. The opening of day. Clothes fashioned in dreams, purchased in the dawn of shadowed choices. We awake in aspirations. Forged in tosses and turns. We fill our hair from a shower to wash the sleep out. We transfer to the towel unused and excess water. The song of … More TODAY’S MASK
A low light struggles to create shadows. Curtains hang lifeless before an open window. A radio in a back room whispers out a sound between static and humid air. Men gather, choosing favorite chairs. Cigarette and cigar smoke drifts up forming its own cloud. Working calloused hands hold weathered playing cards. Suspicious and curious eyes … More BACK ROOM
ANOTHER FOOTPRINT There are shadows of reminders stepping into our days, our years. Long pauses of thoughts rise slowly to the surface. We consider the chances while dissecting the meaning of how our footprint explains our past. Our walk becomes a series of runs. Glancing off one reminder of what to do … More ANOTHER FOOTPRINT
Words tumble. Catching one out. Proving a point or wounding a heart. Dark storms brew within the thoughts. Like a rising tide flowing out quick to sooth or heavy with pain. In the corner of the mind where shadows whisper, comparing and dissecting ideas and dreams preparing a path for words going out. … More BUILDING BLOCKS
His unmade appearance appeared complete. He walked with a leaning intention; his eyes half pointed down, observing the ground while ignoring the sky. He shouldered a number of illusions hidden behind shadows. His youth was brief; adulthood was always close to his thoughts. Days were full of walking, quoting poems and parts of speeches. His … More AN ODD MAN
A thickness of night. Coolness smoothing over the yard, removing the last remnants of day’s heat; windows shut and sweaters appear. The lakes dark surface humbles even the brave. Inside, cabin lights extinguish like falling stars. Night sounds filter through aged screened windows. The aroma of pine lingers heavy in the air. Soft voices respect those … More I REMEMBER
Roger Singer 