A quiet horizon slowly absorbs a flat bronze evening sky, its edges melting into a dusky mist. There were no low rumbles or gusts of wind or clouds forming and reforming; a weighted silence pressed down onto a solemn ground. It was a moment of looking up, Wondering what would be next. Preparing for change. … More NIGHT QUIET
It’s a phase of forgotten. An answer that never started with a question. Eyes are the pools of the lost and found, the abyss of hate and the shallowness of love. Words start the day igniting attitudes with fire. Where thoughts were once idle now strike hard with metal drive. Songs drift … More DAY LONG
What lies between is the cold unspoken thought, resting in calm reserve. The between is the space between a breath, the tides and love and hate. The between is uncounted time. The area where clouds change and then disappear. The between is the beginning right after the end. Its where we all start, and where … More IN BETWEEN
Words tumble. Catching one out. Proving a point or wounding a heart. Dark storms brew within the thoughts. Like a rising tide flowing out quick to sooth or heavy with pain. In the corner of the mind where shadows whisper, comparing and dissecting ideas and dreams preparing a path for words going out. Even at … More BUILDING BLOCKS
There’s a slide, a stretch a long slip of breathing out a note where pausing ain’t considered when the soul of air presses and releases a tight hold speaking the easy from the brass of his trombone. A late Friday night jive bleached white a Sunday sound of jazz pushing back the crowd like … More BORN TO HIM
In the presence of magnolias in full bloom as silver fingers of moss sway warm with summer, voices exchange hearts under the light of a talking moon. Clouds have long folded into nothingness. Soft aromas flood the thoughts. A coolness settles on the skin. The upside of bats turn angles into artwork. A fine dew … More FRONT PORCH
Roger Singer 