A low moon, smiling full, casts silver blankets over my backyard. Darkness swells into corners where sounds dissolve into a flat silence. A lone shirt on a clothesline with arms walking, imitates a dancing life; breezes fill the yard like children playing. The window prints my nose cold. My bed refreshes me with its warmth. … More MOON SILVER
Spring awakened a morning of blossoms; the evidence of night color drained like a moon governing tide. Low on a magnolia tree, at the crossroads of branches, a flower, no less strong in color than those canopied above, spread its paddle fan pedals richly in pearl and pink. The approach of a late afternoon sun … More MAGNOLIA CHARM
The desert is fevered in heat. Dry without compassion. Life on the edge of edges. A moment in the sun risks everything. The temperature is a million candles, burning sand into glass. There is no running. Breathing is labored. Hats fail at being hats. Desert sound is silent at night. Flying creatures move without friction. … More LIFE OF DESERT
The moon is a reflection in the eyes of night people. A silver casting from above draws over dark ground, forming gray shadows on the leeward side of standing objects. A flat moon face gazes into our small space where we huddle, looking up, wondering the distance and how to get back. … More REFLECTION
Delinquent fingers march fence tops and window fronts. Crawling clouds fade my steps from gray and light. Knots of words race to the surface filling a quiet space. Days are pages folded over, holding secrets, revealing lies. The forever looks far and flat with so many … More TOO MANY BRIDGES
Strength with pull is a river full of attitude, moving without objection, running furlongs to the sea. Rain feeds its appetite. Overfilling, pushing above the collars of its boundaries until satisfied to recede. Finally, people begin to rescue their thoughts. Quiet presses down with cool curtains of wind weaving a tapestry of healing.
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. Round and full faced that hanging around moon delivers light to forest paths guiding my way. Promising me a … More WINKING MOON
People gather on fire escape balconies clapping a beat into night winds as musicians in the street below lure the people closer with sound as the reason to reason spills from a half blood moon releasing rhythm legs to be free as a warm shower of jazz spills into humid … More DEEP OF DEEP
The crossroads of the beat fills the shoes of his travel under dark blankets of stars weeping at the making of jazz as the sweat of him drips over his eyes watering the seeds in his mouth forming words that river run his horn waking Gabriel as the sound walks the … More THE PLACE
The stars don’t have a chance and that moon up there fat with cheese smiling silver and winking cold holds not a candle to the man and his guitar pulling strings thick like Christmas bows each note popping up like the sun but that to can’t hold no heat when those picking … More SNAPPING THOSE STRINGS
Roger Singer 