Bring the grave to the steps and the memories will follow; sun stained wallpaper and leaded windows fade, but not your name. There’s something in my pocket, a note from you and a penciled smile from a name lifted from earth. I forgot the sound of your voice but remember your joy on a … More ONE MORE TIME
I feel the melancholy in the youth of my legs. The missed chances to run while entertaining too much rest; my past indifferences plague me. I remember when I challenged the wind, claiming no defeat or tasting the vanquish of second place. I open to the fondness of fleeting victories, savoring the memories that are … More OVER AND AWAY
A name within dust, like leaves of past seasons, lingers as if turning aimlessly in a stream, trapped in corners of going nowhere. A laboring fan jealously absorbs shadows, twisting the shapes like sheep scattering. A voice, a soulless breath, runs the air in search of a place to settle. Words tumble … More THIS PLACE
There was an opening in the day, a slice of casual interruption, a box of memories waiting to be unwrapped. Thin tensions of thought become light and airy, like dry desert winds finding no resistance rushing over the surface. Within canyons of air, rare releases of the soul surface offering insights to the … More RARE RELEASES
Roger Singer 