a back stairway beyond stars and night clouds cracked stone steps rise to a stained faded door half screen the other part wood singing with rust when opening and failing to close when shut gazing up the ascending stairs there’s a light at the end of a twisted cord swinging like a dead … More SINGLE LIGHT
tall pines line the side of the road to the shoreline where rocks lay scattered, black and gray, smooth from millennial washing it’s a place held tight to the chest, spoken of only in memory when skies are alive with color and few words are spoken but night remembers
solitary, being alone when surrounded, mourning without tears, reliving the past while believing the first words of the relationship can be repeated remembering when pockets were full of sun and moon reflecting the glass of a calm ocean as birds swarmed overhead proving miracles did exist
withdrawn, the language of comfort, facing into a corner a journey of eyes closed and hands pressed tightly securing darkness, where walls meet as solid agents and silent sentinels, providing firm support without affection, available without reservation
words and languages fell to the ground like autumn leaves we step around, staring down at what makes up our sentences and thoughts and that of others, comparing, learning what to avoid, or accept as ownership points to the good and bad, the hidden invisible, sheltered within now scattered for all to see, the … More ANGELS AND DEVILS
an image within a song showing up before you arrive appearing bigger in the eyes of yourself and where you are on a front porch as a door opens like the words you push in the swing at days end and a front light forming a circle where dew and toys share space … More CLIMBING THE MOON
you surrender to the story, a collision of opinions slipping through cerebral picket fences while avoiding the bad dog of loneliness pretending again for a new ending to the fire and madness, the undercurrent of failings, remembering the good of what should be the best part of any dance as your arms reach around to … More REINVENTING
it fell from me a cut within, opening, releasing past spirits onto crossroads of unusual travel, past side streets and alleys leaving behind distressed wreckage and unexplained endings where the brave and exhausted eventually meet
the words ceased like the flame from a candle, once bright now a line of swirling gray smoke the silence between them was unbalanced resembling the uncommon brick on the wall each soul unprepared for despair or a miracle, summer or winter but, it was trenched in cold, the autumn of rain … More SEPARATE PATHS
He was a mountain of few words a river flowing through the house, mostly out. Conversations were awkward creating uncomfortable moments, too many to count. His love was his work a place he escaped to without guilt of leaving those behind, considering it his duty; I knew he would rather be somewhere else. He grew … More MY FATHER
Roger Singer 