The sky presented an innocent violence. Gray without anger and absent of winds. An unborn ray of sunshine slipped between menacing charcoal clouds; the only light surrendered by heaven. Thunder collapsed above, like the end of all rules exploding. Jagged sediments of lightening expressed shock. The beginning of rain flushed people … More JAGGED LIGHT
TEN SECONDS A distant rumbling amplified the silence around me. My breathing roared within me. I whispered lightly, making sure I wasn’t deaf. I held my breath and then released it into ambient stillness. The clouds possess a cotton smoothness. The leaves appear asleep, unconcerned for impending winds and rain. I feel insignificant at the … More TEN SECONDS
A building torrent of storms forced a crazy going, pushing in and hammering out a day swollen with clouds and wind. A broken night rumbled like passing trains thundering through, heavy with rusted metal, beating a rhythm without equal. Lightening streaked, slamming the sky, sawing the air with bold power, blinding quickly and … More MOVING ON
I’m living out the words from today, stretching the soul of meaning, wringing out the moisture from afternoon rains and storms. I remember the winds roughing up my hair, combing it into a mess, lifting off a few springs to tumble after green leaves and a few branches. …..and … More TODAY’S WORDS
An encampment of thunder breathes boldly nearby, announcing its presence like armies marching on cobblestone streets wearing tin hats and garbage lid shoes. A salvo of explosions beats out a rhythm painting the sky and land with sound releasing the rain and a cold cutting wind speaking the language of turbulent power while claiming the … More THUNDERING
Roger Singer 