Into the desert. Road signs peppered like a wasteland war. The air is solid with evenings coolness stepping in. Jack rabbits feet sing out an escape, hoping for luck. A lunar terrain, scattered with hungry plants and starving weeds. The sun fell into a distant comfortable corner. Stars hold their distance, offering an occasional … More PASSING THROUGH
The gates stood tall. Imposing to mortals. Neoclassical lions guarded the sides of the entrance; inanimate yet fearsome. Shrubbery thick like bears bristled under wide armed pine boughs. Thick veins of ivy crawled randomly upward, daring the foolish for a climb. Mercury moonlight slipped through thin clouds, forming gray shadows across an organic surface. A … More DEAD END
Night, the mystery, the closed eyes of day where shadows appear larger and forbidding. Lonely dogs send howls of sadness into cold air. Cats prowl on silver paws. Street lights make an attempt to provide safety. Corner clubs become revived with music. There is a chorus of moving tires and workers on buses. Voices round … More FACE OF NIGHT
Feed that dog. The restless wanderer going over fences and through backyard bushes. He’s full of fight. Has no enemies and barks from the hell within him. Kids stay clear. His owner moved to Louisiana, leaving him chained, which he chewed through. Full moons make him howl long and sad, frightening town bullies. An abandoned … More BAD DOG
The moon dissolved over treetops. This area is remote and wild. A black night sky sheds its stars from a dark canopy. Dreams and wishes hold hands with the desperate. Eyes open the heart for a path without obstacles. This feels like the top of the world. A place owned by few. You can … More LIMITED OFFER
The long and short of the past pulls at the soft undercurrent of hard tales exposing the haunting of our hallways. We try to separate the pain, dripping the soap of half-truths onto the dirt, reducing surface tension; don’t be the first to throw a stone at sin. High tide doesn’t blame the shoreline … More HOLD BACK THE STONES
I saw a winking moon hide behind kingly pines where silence finds comfort in darkened leaning shadows and silver liquid beams slipped through thick boughs as the round full faced hanging around moon delivered light to paths on my way home.
There was a silence unbroken when midnight had passed. The street, the town, all quiet like a rock. Above, a black horizon dotted with unnamed galaxies. I point out the stars with my finger as I surrender a warm breath into a cool evening; it fades slowly while joining dark fathoms. My steps draw a … More ALMOST THERE
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
On the Rue Lepic, a lazy cat sits on the ledge of an open window, observing life below, moving about after a night of swing and toasts to life and promises. Top buttoned shirts. Slippery felt hats. Shiny shoes and pants with flare, a man with a silver cane strolls like an owner past … More MORNING WALK
Roger Singer 