past the breath of consciousness and common sense past the counter and the yellow line they stand comparing watches, sunglasses and hats, posing, checking the curves at the mirror for show, and what shouldn’t, voicing opinions to the beat of groans and moans, becoming bored they file out laughing at nothing
It appears as a savage darkness. A shadow heavily curtained, too lengthy to draw back. It’s a relevant spirit, a stranger, though not on the street, but within us, sewn into the web of our inner skin. Voices with many faces. Moods light and soft before changing into bottomless misgivings and lies. We feel it. … More INSIDE
Move strong. Wise steps. A path of glory. A song on the lips. High noon. The aroma of fresh air. Long roads beckon. New towns stare at the curious. Billboards sell air time. Traffic lights hold us back. Sidewalks never wide enough. Church steeples all point. School yards wait for recess. Cars know their owners. … More OK, NOW GO
The flavor of a laugh frees a generation of song without words. Hear the strength of youth, like stone walls pulled from the groins of the earth and then formed into social lines, Sturdy until the age of seasons. Hold the chrysalis for as long as it can be. Like flames wind teased, the … More CHANGING SHAPES
Roger Singer 