Late clouds sighed deeply under a the hands of a yellow sun, as day pressed forward to dusk, clearing the table for night and its curtains of dark to silently descend. Breezes dance without concern between arms of crooked branches. A silver moon opens on meadows, shedding release to paths now open. A … More QUIET FOLDS
Late night breezes drift over cooling sidewalks, circling vendors with hands of profit and eyes labored with sleep. Paper lanterns, the skin of butterflies twist lazily, casting light fragments onto storefronts and strangers. Voices, parts of sentences and half words pass under weathered awnings; the air is thick like legs running underwater. Lime Street breathes … More LIME STREET
Labored wipers edge the smooth curved surface with vengeance as the final reach snaps a forceful wet slapping, shoving aside the enemy of night……water. Headlights course heavily through the drops as the beams stretch toward the next curve like a child reaching for candy. Creatures of night absorb the car, hovering over as if waiting … More NIGHT DRIVE
In the presence of magnolias in full bloom as silver fingers of moss sway warm with summer, voices exchange hearts under the light of a talking moon. Clouds have long folded into nothingness. Soft aromas flood the thoughts. A coolness settles on the skin. The upside of bats turn angles into artwork. A fine dew … More FRONT PORCH
Roger Singer 