How deep are your songs? Do they champion the cause you carry? Inside is a passion. The reason for sunlight. The delight of morning to wake you. The day is generous; it’s an empty sack Waiting to be filled. The hope in your breath is the meadowlark waiting to release the music. … More CURTAIN RISING
Voices circled down from a red-brown rusty skeleton framed fire escape. The landings between floors offering an escape from inside heat and crying children. Men with sleeveless t-shirts drink and smoke cigarettes. Young women whisper and then giggle, drawing the leering attention of men in the alley. A cat sleeps leisurely like driftwood. … More RUSTY SKELETON
Words slip through the boundaries of light. Between fences and past sleeping cats. Words are the strength of action, the curator of museum imaginations. Words are fathoms, the levels of thought, the passage between mountains, the stillness of lakes. Words are the home we comfort in, the language of warm blankets that … More WORDS
…And at that moment, that final moment, I’ll consciously grieve for those suffering with tears and long memories. …And words of praise will be released from loving hearts that will casually drift into the laps of angels. …And when finally called to his side in thankful praise my lips will speak of … More THAT FINAL MOMENT
This town has no easy street. Its not about luck or the draw in favor. Fast shoes keep them moving on sidewalks, all looking the same. Red lights give pause to the race and the prize that fails to praise. The occasional flowers and the best of struggling trees survive in silence in empty … More EMPTY LOTS
Living full doesn’t mean you have a full tank. And some of the rain always gets to you no matter how fast you run. Sometimes the edges of boarders casts an unexpected surprise when you achieve the line, discovering its similar to what you just left. There’s a new place I hear everyone … More SECOND HAND STORE
The weather sounded on the rocks. Waters rippled over deep currents as voices of land moved, grinding out the textures of highs and lows. A blue glass sky covered wide prairies. Rains baptized mountains into valleys. Clouds stepped long shadows over ravines and gorges and then moved in directions yet to be named. … More TIME STARTED
The weight of the motion descended in a cloud burdened with the scent of air clinging to rain as it baptized the ground. Tumbling drops foot-printed the soft sand while others merged with puddles, lost to colliding or ripples fading. Quiet prevails as the storm wanders. Sounds of recovery lift from the spell … More FULL WEIGHT
A cloudburst of eyes and thoughts jump from mental elevators to the tongue, releasing words from the king of hearts. A cattle stampede of cabs hustle into position for the bullfight over a dollar; the language of hurry fills the street. Smooth bright jazzy sounds flow like warm mercury from a bar. Smoky … More CAFFEINE DAY
There was an upsetting of the scene, a sense of turnabout with only one way being right. He was a Good Samaritan, extending the soul of intent, like air itself, a necessity, but not always appreciated. He’s determined to write down the deeds so given, the smiles dispensed, the nods of hello, but … More THE GOOD SAMARITAN
Roger Singer 