We are the audience of a passing world, the under stage of observing, an indifference to do what’s right at the cost of singled out. The wounds we endure, touched off by salt water opinions and acts of hate, burn to the core, fostering impatience and anger. Repetitious stories attempt To swallow us within the … More UPSTREAM
The crossing of shadows marks street windows with blurred reflections absent of color. Quick steps and shoulders slip the stream. The sidewalk is a meadow of shoes, turning, twisting, scuffed and shined, all with purpose and impatience. The people are a mix of ragged granules; the sands of a city shoreline on the move. Eye … More RAGGED GRANULES
Misplaced thoughts are broken stones. The sides of the road hold treasures for those walking by. Old newspapers separate us from yesterday’s tragedies. Wisdom is born in diners and roadside Cafes. Painted signs on old barns hold the innocence of roadside marketing. Paper hats have character against the sun. Popsicles were once five cents. Longer … More TRUTH
Youth is a river of cascading hair, tumbling warm and rich like wheat fields under the timeless clock Of summer. Every day was long on light. We jumped into green emerald waves and then rolled in golden sand, sparkling with flecks of mica we appeared as heroes under an blue infinity sky. Sneakers were … More SUMMER LIFE
Fingers tell the guitar man’s story. Puddles are the snowflakes of cold tears. Lost winds brush against willow trees with breezes spinning from the equator. Cold walks. Hard rain. Diners without vacant seats. Neon lights. Trucks pushing a hard dark night. Flannel shirts and too many stop signs. Everybody wants to be found. Open … More SOUTH SOUTHEAST
Over the oceans uneven surface the oarsmen strain against ancient currents. Muscles ache with weight and drive. The waves seek dominance on the boats direction, altering the course, only to be set right with flesh and strength. A linen light mist layers on hats and shoulders. A gray leather sky broods above in silence. … More MEN AND FATHOMS
We become reduced by the strength of day; it starts like honey but can turn to tar. We seek shade under the cool of willows, harmless on a rivers edge, there branches whisper as breezes slip through. Songs of riches bring us to the mountain of hope. Wealth fails to provide the joy as seasons … More BURN-OFF
The wide boughs were a salve for the ground, a healing after a full day of sun. A shield of bark brandished its protective sword, restraining storms while shielding against time. Winds push daylight to the horizon. Night clams the forest. Flowers close. Sonorous breezes lower to a soft breath. The aroma within the air … More TIME CHANGE
The newspaper drapes a lifeless shape over the arm of a couch, like fallen leaves of yesterday; past shadows of news and names. Lines of cars pass by below. The street yawns of morning. The aroma of coffee walks to the bedroom where last nights clothes lay asleep on the floor. The overhead piping creaks. … More I WISH
The language of fresh cottons snaps into twisting curves testing the soul of sturdy fabrics streaming out with flag blown hysteria. A small wooden pin secures without injury preventing the chaos from escaping into disfigurement on the ground. Cotton favor merges under blue skies and easterly winds striking a beat as the earth … More MOVING
Roger Singer 