Over hanging branches with fingers of moss drool onto a brown fat lazy river. Mud soft edges sit rich with ooze, tempting to touch, warm with patience. A yellow roaring sun growls hungrily pressing green stems to wilt in prayer. The voice of flow rumbles deep, muscled strong while passing through. … More WIDE BROWN RIVER
He walked with a heavy step like a giant over autumn leaves. His eyes were hard on the path, avoiding dead ends and blind corners. He murmurs prophecies, steamed to the surface from past vowels wasted on youth. His strength is formed strongly in posture and self confidence; pillars stretching over years. He enjoys gray … More HEAVY STEPS
Under a moon of freezing light night touches the threads of sleep. Curtains lay pulled back, bunched in the middle by a cloth cord. Flowered wallpaper dreams of spring. The fireplace light wanes into gray corners. Day is a bucket of empty, yielding to frost and mice seeking shelter. Soft words … More A QUIET ROOM
Raging winds ran the streets like wolves in search of unsuspecting prey. Hats took flight. Garbage can lids spiraled like runaway Olympic discus’. Newspapers trashed the sky with yesterdays sales and obituaries. Hats tumbled like children on the last day of school. Down 7th avenue a gust of random winds created the sound of trains … More ROTTEN APPLE
Early, when light struggles for a place, a black cat steps with velvet feet around last evening’s rains walking the corners like winds touching curtain ends. Shutters stare onto the dampened alley as sun lines spread over cobblestones rich with history. Palm trees breathe into morning. The fronds work the air like a … More BLACK CAT
I keep meeting myself in circles, bumping into the back of me where I anxiously push but fail to gain passage; I am subject to my slow going A turnstile of arms walls against me. The success of passing one leaves another in the width of my path; always a barrier. The ingredients … More MY CIRCLES
We are water in a great river. Each with a clock buried deep within as we search for a place not yet seen. We move in flocks and herds, down roads without numbers, climbing stairs to doors unfamiliar. There is a calling within a few. A message scrawled on the heart, a word … More RUNNING THE RACE
We are water in a great river. Each with a clock buried deep within as we search for a place not yet seen. We move in flocks and herds, down roads without numbers, climbing stairs to doors unfamiliar. There is a calling within a few. A message scrawled on the heart, a word … More RUNNING THE RACE
The door was half open or half closed. A silent message of entry or release. Quiet held the air hostage. Outside sounds found another place to speak into day. Moments of decisions gnaw at choices. The whereabouts of capturing a thought or driving it out hung in the balance. Each life walks a line, visible … More SEEDS OF DIRECTION
There is a sideways to life, when the steps of hesitancy alter a forward course. Though the ground remains unshaken, we tremble with instability, as the enemy of doubt sets up camp. A war begins. The air is full of wind and rain forcing us to seek shelter from this storm and … More SIDEWAYS
Roger Singer 