Thoughts are full of moles searching for words, expanding on stories where nothing is lost. Roots of destiny and legacy are the appetite of moles as they absorb the changes of character from open windows and behind doors. Memory requires extra strength to burrow through, releasing photos of faces and sins packed away. … More MOLES
A river of stairs high above in a galaxy of streams beyond the reach of tearful upturned eyes fails to provoke an affect on order or direction within the heavens. Shadowed gray night images slip between fences and past angry sleeping dogs while pleadings and unanswered prayers attract angels waiting for words that act … More UPTURNED
The month of June holds steady the threshold of summer as we move joyously away from winters grasp. The sun sets a late table; evening shadows sharp and long. Fading footprints on the sand possess the dreams of day. Beach roses close out with respect. Day lilies die with night. Screen doors welcome visitors. … More PREVAILING WINDS
A change into morning colors breathed light onto the dreams of day. A thoughtless calm smoothed the waters To a surface of glass forming a quiet language A sleepy chatter of birds in tall trees opened with a chorus claiming the air. Day unfolded with a chance for a new beginning.
It’s what we do best, we re-invent. Changing the colors of our thoughts, the visions of what others fail to see in us, rearranging and redressing the expressions of our inner person, the cerebral compartments and storerooms where few candles light the way as we break through releasing that which is restricted without reason. … More AMAZING WITH GRACE
What do you have that would remain behind to explain the person you were? The books you read or the places visited? What would family and friends say regarding your character, honesty or faithfulness? Is there something you’ve accomplished that would convince them to hold you in high esteem or just a shadow once removed? … More REMEMBERING
Street lights sign in as dusk resigns to darkness. Scattered shadows of leaves dance on midnight sidewalks. Homes sleep in silence. Dark breezes lift curtain edges, creating life from worn cloth. Porch lights dot the galaxy of streets. Picket fences keep strangers away but ghosts pass through freely. A train whistle, distant yet sharp, bleeds … More MIDNIGHT
The black and white photo is indifferent to color. The sharp exposure of gray shades and shadows creates the imagery of strong lines, breathing alive its characters into a vibrant stillness while crossing over and beyond the boundaries of color. Eyes reflect thirst. Hands speak of hard work and hunger. Every object is the … More MY PHOTOS
Ocean waves dissolve on the shoreline. Diamond reflections spread covering rock and sand. The waves are creative voices, a language transported, respecting time and mysteries untold. Their voices are soft, welcoming and sincere. Often we listen but fail to hear the message, the answers the recipes of common sense.
There is no poverty with adventure when pockets are full of travel. Stories of wide fields with no boundaries wait with expectations; words of surprise fill the spaces between. Morning appears drowsy until the first step, where treasures await and diners serve up fresh warm pie. Heads or tails can point the direction. Rain creates … More ONE MORE BRIDGE
Roger Singer 