tall pines line the side of the road to the shoreline where rocks lay scattered, black and gray, smooth from millennial washing it’s a place held tight to the chest, spoken of only in memory when skies are alive with color and few words are spoken but night remembers
Discovery of voice A print of oneself Black and white photos The shape of us Multiple shades and shadows Memory reflections Voices in the wall Reappearing seasons Reality to fiction Mirrors mark time Searching for the edge Discovering the unexpected One more length to go Prayers answered The other side
I fell into the remembers today the how and why the places I walked with voices now removed and stories part and full some not real someone calls my name; no one is there trees and paths know me change moves in and replaces trying to recall works hard the memory threads … More ONCE AGAIN
A ritual with friends, an open meadow under a night sky, lying back tracing stars as clouds divide and uncounted winds slip away we inherit the oblivion, nourishing curiosity as the orbits of eyes absorb the greatness. Slowly, with hesitation, we leave a memory of footprints and the dampness of our words, until once … More GREATNESS
It’s the end of where I’ve been and the beginning of where I need to go. It’s a long road I’ve shortened. While standing under the shade of where I want to be, I hold time and watch its hands; it stops for no one. Every memory has its own weight. Darkness has the … More TRY AGAIN
He thought greatly of himself. His phrases and finger pointing attempted to fill the nothingness beneath his shirt. He was respective of others as long as they listened to him. His neckties were bright and his eyes fired from a burn on his tongue. Business was his business but no one knew what business. The … More A BELL RUNG
Roger Singer 