a life in parenthesis brittle remembrances of unlimited space, beyond the moon considering which dreams to hold which mountains to avoid and roads to release there were winds in full flight, an opus with voices, thin like the pages of a book dripping letters, forming words a balance between a breath … More OVERLOOKED TRAVELER
his hair spoke the language of wind whipping over his ears falling onto a furrowed forehead an ocean of air rushes and gathers against gravity pushing its weight against the presence of his salt and light bone and blood
words slip through boundaries of light and shadow between fences posts past sleeping cats words are strength from imagination fathoms words become whispers in night promises in morning begging hurting believing following into dreams yet to appear
I lit a candle for comfort its light overtakes the immediate darkness dispelling ghosts and phantoms long shadows drip from the table the flame dances with song walls and corners fail at hiding from the single brightness the light so small believes in its power to protect and expose
Shadows crest softly onto treetops where slivers of dusty light drift to the forest floor the moons proud side full of fluorescence melts to the surface forming sharp angled irregular pools of light exposing moments of resting life its reflection, a silent intruder is unequaled
Winds circle wheat tops twisting stems into spasms like thieves running over dried leaves and dead branches sunshine strikes window surfaces when passing clouds allow percussion’s of light to pass around dense mist the ground thirsts for rain the blood of soil
A passive silver moon dripped its light through lace curtains into my room the faucet in the bathroom dripped with precise regularity both dripping worlds invoking their presence on me there is no wisdom gained being in the middle listening and watching to the drip, drip from my shelter of awake between … More DRIP, DRIP
Late into night images appear on the ceiling as sharp angles or momentary slivers of light. Car beams, neon flashes and street light reflections crawl across the plaster, occasionally colliding, forming several twisting random kaleidoscopes. The images are perishable opportunities to witness a place in the past or a sign for the future. … More PARK STREET
Roger Singer 