In time, underlined words on paper, the favorites of phrases, become illegible, though not forgotten as our temperature to change thoughts creates undercurrents from a thick darkness within. The answers to our delicate puzzles can be fragile, larger than what there was. Every chance attempted is an epic motion within our history; trying times … More THE MOTH
It was a voyage, a trip without boundaries, an engine full of steam with the power to move. Like a train moving from the station the noise encompassed the faint and stirred the strong; hats were held for fear of sliding off. It was the time of great thought, a message held from an extended … More HOW EXCITING
It was a crawl space for thoughts, a window slight with opening, a moment of memory cutting in at the head of the line, full of intensity and color, reminding us of where we’ve been and the joy we achieved once arriving. It’s a wall without a door. A face without a mouth. We feel … More OPEN AND CLOSE
He was a salesman of dreams. With his suitcase he presented to customers brushes, mirrors and items of vanity to create charm. His hat gently tipped to the right. A flowered tie lay like a vine around his neck, blooming wildly on his chest. His suit was wrinkled with sleep. Brown shoes were heavily scuffed … More DOOR TO DOOR
It was a disconnected light, un-renewed and abandoned, laboring to produce gray from cold morning shadows; leafless branches stretch out, separating earth from sky. Songs of preparing and moving lift from homes and streets. A fresh start blesses the soul in search of a brighter path than what appears before them. What gains … More MOUNTAINS
Shadow whispers boiled up in the place. Overtures of innocent violence stirred idle fingers. Unbroken sunshine dominated the blue of deep skies. A sediment of faces is a beach of tides. An undertow washes away colors of us, revealing old stains. The street, a hungry animal, searches to devourer, never … More MY FRIEND
I am a blueprint for the next day, an opportunity waiting to open. There is strength in the words I read and speak. I am wisdom preparing to share the libraries within me. Laughter is the definition of my heart. Sadness affects us all, until we strive to rid ourselves of dark veils. My hands … More LET FLY
Mirrors spy on the eyes, drawing them to the vortices of reflection; celebrating the good, condemning the faults. Each glance a smile or frown, changing the weather of the heart into storms or sun; the soul of self, shoulders up to the day. Like the surety of high winds aloft the image we see is … More MERCY
Casual hands fill the void between the eventual start and the beginning of desired direction. We are pieces of land, scattered at the base of gravity. Colored in sections, strong with desire, sensitive to growth. We are casualties of all sizes, knocking at doors, attempting the great things by overcoming the loss. We are the … More TRY THE STORY
Formations of greatness, bound in seed and watered without bias raising irregular unconstrained hands like an ocean lifting a sound with its body as waves clap approval and stretch a mounted force greater than fists or hate. Footsteps signal a movement, a start, the middle of going, a journey to be there. People … More SOUND BODY
Roger Singer 