The rising aroma of fresh bread circles up with intent within a tight shaded alley attacking the senses of appetites full of empty. Like thieves drawn to open windows the magic of leaven lifts like carpets full of magic owning the air with thoughtful desires of tasty jewels. … More FULL OF EMPTY
It’s in the eyes, the depths where souls swim in pools of black and white prints, behind doors locked tight with faces blurred and names forgotten. There’s a wall buried deep, within our reach, a point of no beyond, where denial provides a path for retreat, or repentance washing us clean. Hold fast your position, … More A SEA DIVIDING
On the beach of my life I am young again, standing in the surf, resisting the authority of waves moving with the earth upon me. I am golden without shine, standing under tangerine skies, fearing nothing, commanding the day from my shoreline footstool. I am the history of myself. A legend to no one. A … More GOLDEN
I am downwind from the crossroads, adrift on the offside a thought. I hear the language of midnight calling where there is no second choice. A vine of clouds snake twist over a blue gray sky. Rain is far off, though moving closer within the halves of minutes. Here at a back stairway any door … More THE NEXT CORNER
A thousand flags in the hands of dancers grace the blue tiled floor in Solomon’s temple lifting together in praise and adulation. Horns strike to up heaven, harps and bells cut sharp the air raising a standard of worship by faith. Drums beat the rhythm of a nation. Voices together offer thanks through … More SOLOMON’S TEMPLE
Car lights pass below on the street. Bloated twisted images spread shadowed alien figures onto building corners, peppering them onto flowered wall paper in my room, laying them flat with quiet colors. Tires hum grand and black, forming voices from the motion of speed on pavement. Red lights make for angry stops. Engines battle for … More STREET BELOW
Off from the valleys and streams water slips to thick rivers of motion under bridges past hillsides and towns born with history bowing to water rolling strong into ocean carpets blue with thin green diamond sparkled wave tops joining the greater amassed bodies on the earth wider than arms can … More MOVING WATER
Liberal portions of sun releases through an open window chasing out room shadows like thieves on the run. A light teasing wind stumbled into bushes, stirring leaves like loose sand sliding over paper. A cat sits looking out. Birds see him, calling out warnings. Flying quickly like passing storms. He watches with metronome eyes waiting … More 9 AM
The strings of stars descend from higher heavens where daydreams begin and eyes are quenched with cool water while songs sing of the forgets. The black sphere above us holds the end of something far greater than imagination; wild orchids become lost on the canvas of celestial darkness. Gardens below sleep, breathing under closed petals. … More BEFORE SUNRISE
From the open door I pass daily on the Rue des Lombards lined with lilac bushes, I lean to the sound of a piano; I pause with curious ears. Athletic fingers prompt the song to spill unwrapped to me, circling like a scarf, holding my thoughts, catching me out of … More RUE des LOMBARDS
Roger Singer 