Fragile answers lay loosely scattered, like after storm clouds where prayers slip through and hope abounds. Your voice of thoughts conquers the silence with flavored aromas of gladness remembered. You try to chart out tomorrow and fill in the blanks; steady the course to find a way. The linen of forgiveness is … More RENEWING
The music released with a slow gravity against the weight of a dusky room. The record player, a wooden box with antique charm, scratched out a song of weeping blues as the needle traveled the grooves, circling, advancing, calling for hands to clap and feet to walk lightly. The music penetrated the gray of morning … More NEW DAY
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
When my end arrives, am I smarter than all my days? Have the stones and pitfalls made me stronger? Or have the storms, fury and hate stained my tongue? Or has love and my eyes of passion formed a depth within me? Or has money, riches and travel created rest? Am I greater or taller? … More THE END
A name within dust, like leaves of past seasons, lingers as if turning aimlessly in a stream, trapped in corners of going nowhere. A laboring fan jealously absorbs shadows, twisting the shapes like sheep scattering. A voice, a soulless breath, runs the air in search of a place to settle. Words tumble … More THIS PLACE
He was well suited. A tie with statement. A suit bragging of lines with color and Strong solid shoes, tied tightly and well shined. In the top left pocket of his suit jacket was a blue satin handkerchief, tightly folded with one point turned up like the ear of an animal listening for its … More TOP LEFT POCKET
There was an opening in the day, a slice of casual interruption, a box of memories waiting to be unwrapped. Thin tensions of thought become light and airy, like dry desert winds finding no resistance rushing over the surface. Within canyons of air, rare releases of the soul surface offering insights to the … More RARE RELEASES
When knowledge arrives it brings a behind bucket full of pain with it. It draws the line of this and that and the rights of wrongs and the wrongs of being right. It curbs your words and convicts your tongue. The sun looks different and the moon not so bright. Your friends change and your … More DIFFERENT
A gnat of a thought is like the beginning with bread and water, when a newness is considered. A startling release of treasonous intent, an idea once dormant, now sparkling with unchallenged release, opening against resistance, pushing back the gray shadows from the eyes. Difference provokes a defense unequalled when determined. It becomes an appetite … More WITHOUT LIMITS
You awake, tossing off sleep, stirring the covers into misshapen objects. You recreate and gather to the surface the image of a building, a tall structure, solid, thick walls, a place to gather. The thoughts grow and then recede on the vapors of your dreams. Looking closer there is cracking in the … More REBUILDING
Roger Singer 