In the jam of the group one note sets the tone, created within smoky circles the sound complete, a tight message of music, fingers pulling the jazz, drums striking up a beat, brushing the day aside, as the horn digs deep, the sax pushes out a raspy scratch and the bass mellows into an undercurrent … More SIDEWAYS
The music had change and stretch, marching the sidewalks, turning heels and heads, twisting the jazz in into shadows with snap and burning where fingers speak a language of black tar streets and perfume rolls on the sweat of hands born into the arms of people stacked in apartments that … More A CITY MOVING
This ground is mine. I sweat it into growing. My eyes water the sound while my hands grasp the dirt, holding its generations of dust and stone with a blending of blood curing the colors making it good and right with sweet aroma passing through my hair rich with oils … More RIVER FULL
A blue grey smoky air rolls over faces while voices speak in a hush as the band breathes between songs. Exhausted heels and tired ties melt into chairs without music; uncomfortable, they wait with anxious fingers tapping and shoes looking for space. Slivered clear ice rattles like chains in glasses of promise, as a captured … More BETWEEN SONGS
The crowded club jived with dance. High stepping fast fire slapping, leather turning as day releases into night and the passion of jazz. Diamond rings, teethe that shine, silky hands, twisted pearls, combed flat black hair, satin eyes and suspenders that snap. Rhythm makes the hands give in as … More CIRCLING STORMS
Songs overflow from doors opening to the sidewalk where.neon lights baptize the weak, stirring the curiosity of a night strung tight while others pray in alleys whispering their sins under a celestial curtain as stars cross behind the black of space where not a molecule is out of place as … More FINDING NIGHT
The jazz rises creamy smooth, a tasteful air into a city laughing under a black moon where shadow life’s find the jive and voices crackle with scratchy rhythm and snappy fingers, jamming words, pulling and stepping knocking the plaster free where windows and doors open spreading the flames, feeding a fire from the Apple to … More OTHER SIDE
People gather on fire escape balconies clapping a beat into night winds as musicians in the street below lure the people closer with sound as the reason to reason spills from a half blood moon releasing rhythm legs to be free as a warm shower of jazz spills into humid … More DEEP OF DEEP
Lights of night blink like stars there up on the hill of Rivertown where music rolls fat down to waters edge soaking ears into smiling willing souls as they cool tired feet in the muddy dark silky quiet currents flowing with the power like the jazz rushing down to them from on high like morning … More RIVERTOWN
We open the cottage door; another season. The air is stale. The rooms echo a hollowness, reminding me of long winter days preceding our arrival. My bed stands alone, neatly made, scattered clothes and shoes have yet to adorn it. My sister sits on the couch wishing we had a phone. The windows are jammed … More OPENING DAY
Roger Singer 