It’s the pause between that stiffness of silence a moment caught within a second of time when rivers of thoughts flow back upstream overflowing the good intentions bringing out the uncomfortable the ugliness of softness the hate hidden the affection afraid to release into troubled air as nothing changes and … More SPEAK UP
He was a mountain of few words a river flowing through the house, mostly out. Conversations were awkward creating uncomfortable moments, too many to count. His love was his work a place he escaped to without guilt of leaving those behind, considering it his duty; I knew he would rather be somewhere else. He grew … More MY FATHER
There are clouds familiar ones maybe the one overhead right now listening to broken hearts watching feet run away witnessing the moods of souls the arrows of words up and tears shed falling down the cloud, maybe this one has heard it all extending an empathetic extension of itself absorbing the pain folding … More UP THERE
There stretched out, the ocean perfect in all shapes protected ancient in wisdom its waters sound welcome to all though it knows not the broken heart life without love shadows of death yet maintains its authority to always be there
A summer sun settles silently over a lakes glass top two shadows within the impulse of beauty glide over deep blue waters long wooden oars respond willingly to the love of pulling as we press away delicate ripples from the bow we evaporate over the surface blending into the company of natures … More THE OTHER SIDE
I found a glove folded behind a chair opening it as if it were alive I expected it to reach for my hand leading pointing guiding me to a safer place, places we visited where hands waved hello and goodbye I laid it on the table alone, like me hoping your return will reunite … More LOOK HERE
Charcoal shadows lay flat like iron sprayed across walls then spills silently onto a fallowed field suffering from a lack of love. a blood sun spreads warm rivers over streets and sides of tired brick buildings. an emotional wind creates sounds resembling whispered words pushed through fences and back porch screens.
A jukebox holds the room hostage neon’s struggle scratchy songs labor in love patrons huddle in whispers a black checkered floor receives night traffic crumpled napkins a phone number written in red. cracked seat cushions welcome the tired and depressed a lone waitress slow motion hats tipped, heavy mascara leather jackets tattoos … More THE GATHERING
A passing face and familiar shadow a life shining in a moment where beauty never fades the sense of a spirit a season captured not to be forgotten like the voice making everything right and the arms of support we are each a field of planted memories youth releases us into years where … More IT’S YOU
My pen delights me, stirring within the cast of granite to speak of a father I knew, raising children; three meteors rising. He was humility possessing deep waters overlooking faults and premises of promises, drowning out failed expectations avoiding anger while entertaining uprightness. He was solid with love caring for the blood of his blood … More STANDING STRENGTH
Roger Singer 