The Five & Dime, where parakeets are for sale and Coke’s are served at the counter with a warm sandwich or a bowl of soup. There’s costume jewelry reflecting a morning sun on busy shoppers carrying paper bags roaming the aisles looking for scarfs and socks where a dollar buys a dream and pennies have worth, … More BEFORE THE MALLS
Whispers become twisted words within the shadows of curtains; the uncertainty of thoughts. Fields are full of stonewalls. Like good works stacked unevenly; boasting and chest thumping. Each day confirms the grace we have received to welcome the certainty of who we are.
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
A morning breeze stepped through the open window, lifting curtain edges and touching walls like the hands of a curious child. The fragrance was fresh like laundry line dried under a forever sun. In bed, the cotton blankets owned me within a twist of warm compassion, protecting me from the world beyond my … More CURIOUS HANDS
A muted curtain competed with the between of night and dawn. Gray shadows were swept from the space of dark as the fading insolence fought against the change, pressing time for one more second; though none existed. Hilltops and oceans welcome the hours of light before their overwhelming greatness appears as ominous gray ghosts … More NIGHT INTO DAWN
A wind of travesty pulls at unparalleled corners pulsing under an undecided sky without blue or distance. Fame fleets past, slipping the chains of youth and farewells. I lounge into a chair nearest the door, gazing out to any path with desperate thoughts and empty pockets.
There is a rent paid over oceans and mountains. An act of homage and humility in the breath of seasons where impartial acts always remember the order of respect. It’s the covering of grief. The answer to prayers. The sound of delight, though too much is just too much. It has a song. … More RESPECT
Go, just drive and let the warm air fiddle fast with my hair blowing it wild like the branches passing overhead while the roll of the tires tracks miles of distance from where I started to an unknown destination down the road just out of sight from here but where I should be as the … More JUST DRIVE
What is within a wave? That curled momentary mass of random strength rolling onto shorelines with ancient messages tucked within itself, splashing out languages from somewhere deep. The moon speaks out the highs and lows. The land lifts barriers against the mass of impending force. Yet we find their shape drawing, pulling us into … More LIQUID LANGUAGES
I am a traveler within the space familiar to me. The area surrounding, the region full of what I know best and how I appear to others and myself. This land is of my youth; tree swings, paths toward home and back doors always unlocked. Windows blossom with curtains and flowers pots in need of water. … More THIS PLACE
Roger Singer 