It was the night highway. A place between diners. Where neon signs slept and traffic didn’t exist; an area absent of social politeness. A place where answers came from dreams and shadows had influence. Where empty lots and lost dogs crowded near the last highway sign. Drive on while tires turn the miles like … More NO STOPPING
Night silent. An oftentimes offering of words significant to the owners beholding the presence of the moon, as it transgresses a black curtain. It’s a perfect circle, from where we stand, suspended in different phases as the days of the month encourage celestial restructuring; its back side, hidden, remaining out of view. We … More ABOVE IT ALL
There’s a watchman, tired and vain. Hair slicked back, eyes without depth and nervous hands; he proudly sports a flowered shirt. He smiles at the moon, knowing he will never make it to the sky and back. He owns a wrecking ball for the future. Dreams slip out of his room before sunrise. He knows … More SONG OF DAY
I pointed to a full moon suggesting to my cat the enormity of silver so distant favored my yard. The cat yawned with indifference. Its tail providing a half swish, unimpressed with the depths of space or the light it doesn’t need. The fireplace snapped with heat, causing one of his ears to … More SILVER
There’s an area within for safekeeping. A galaxy of swirling words with orderly presence. It’s a corner where a full moon enlightens the darkness of emotional highways, hiding us safely. A disconnect prevents the unpredictable from overtaking expressions; there are no complaints when we hear only our voice. Every opening song is a … More EVERYWHERE
I got the hope of summertime in my back pocket; a nickel worth of dreams next to a half-eaten candy bar. Fast cars and leather jackets. Long lines and chrome from clouds of mercury shimmer down the street. The waves of Monterey scrawl out on a wide sandy shore, whispering names under a … More TALKING TO SHADOWS
A seclusion moon splits between clouds, sheading onto flat fields, fence posts and tombstones. A feather soft wind song plays the leaves. Birds cease their inflight bickering. Stars reflect around the edges of sleeping lily pads. A prevailing mist covers everything like gauze, draping over stonewalls and stiff brush topped ferns. The echo of an … More COLD HANDS
He walked with a heavy step like a giant over autumn leaves. His eyes were hard on the path, avoiding dead ends and blind corners. He murmurs prophecies, steamed to the surface from past vowels wasted on youth. His strength is formed strongly in posture and self confidence; pillars stretching over years. He enjoys gray … More HEAVY STEPS
Under a moon of freezing light night touches the threads of sleep. Curtains lay pulled back, bunched in the middle by a cloth cord. Flowered wallpaper dreams of spring. The fireplace light wanes into gray corners. Day is a bucket of empty, yielding to frost and mice seeking shelter. Soft words … More A QUIET ROOM
A high lunar slice silver painted a sterile face unlikely warm soundless suspended solidly overhead where hinges in heaven slip it over nights curved sky speeding to a place over there where people point at shards of light reflecting on water hoods of cars windows the ancient stone the Mona Lisa moon half smiling. … More MONA LISA MOON
Roger Singer 