There’s a mirror that reveals the truth and an hour glass with a voice. Dripping water tells the story, where long tracks hide distant whistles. In the background the earth groans and the trees are its gray hairs. There’s a feast on the table, on the other side of the best door. It’s improbable to … More SAFE COMFORT
He dressed roughly, like a storm shaken tree. His corners were unbroken. A long step claimed his ground. Short salt flavored thoughts watered his words with meaning. Work was his passion. There was reason with his plans. Quality is the art he perfects. Concern speaks from his eyes. He rises before the sun, claiming each … More A FOREST WITHIN
Unrestricted. Stealing time. Unregistered waste. Failure to reject which way is the way to proceed. A fortune in words. Freedom is the release of the positives as they float past in a river of foolish hearts. It’s the in-between that belongs with the lost. Those who produce letters where the ink weeps from from … More HOW IT GROWS
A lost intention follows a misplaced adventure. Shadows become detours, spinning webs of emotional misery and absence. Morning yells that we are older. Our shoes are stories lacking souls. We breathe in ripples and then blur out our needs as we shed cloudy desires. There is a fast lane of words we believe we can … More EASY OVER
We are names and places, forged within the stages of history. Sadness and blessings merge spirit and soul to begin again, to fight on or forgive. George Bennard, felt the roughened timbers of the, “Old Rugged Cross.” Carl Boberg, lifted the hands of millions with, “How Great Thou Art.” Sabine Gould, marched … More NAMES OF GOLD
He was a stranger to most. Few knew his name. He stood full. Broad shoulders. A man without a boyhood. Capable hands scared from hard work. He was between young and old. Thick wavy hair. Wire rimmed glasses; searching, curious eyes. Goodness in his voice. Mountains climbed and rivers explored. No mention of family no … More A GREAT TREE
A soft shoe slips the floor, pushing aside sawdust and broken promises; the cost of today releases the cash for night. Empty back pockets hold dreams without conviction. Black sunglasses shape the truth. Pearly white smiles spread a net; the hungry listen to anything, full stomachs walk by. Street vendors speak the truth. Its a … More THIS WAY
We are grains of sand. Marked within the glass. A gathering of what’s behind, out of reach, as one more grain tumbles, brushing against broken thoughts and lies we turned into truth. There are doors we locked and clouds we pointed at; road signs desperate to advise. Another grain of names slips thorough, some forgotten … More UNCOMMON CORNERS
It’s a song for the night. The slow creep of a high tide as the last car heads for the next town. Wayside diners and broken hearts gather on empty at a desert gas station. Someone reads The Howl out loud; it’s the fear and the dreams we live up to. Steel mills steam alive … More CRESTED LIZARD
The train lunged in and out of order. Heads swayed like displaced seaweed mocking gravity. The stars and moon remained in place. Thick metal wheels turn with conviction. There is no shame for those asleep, leaning onto windows, newspapers for pillows. The miles create a low hum. The engine possesses a pure heart. White smoke … More NIGHT CRAWLERS
Roger Singer 