There’s an island I feel in my dreams. A safe current with abundant sun, providing energy without resistance. An open front door offers promise. A bouquet of flowers sits on a hallway table; circling white fans refresh incoming ocean breezes. White sands encourage me and waves orchestrate a welcome. I walk into the water as … More THIS PLACE
The official opening of day lifts the blinds off night. The worms Of dreaming feast on the history of sleep, devouring the angels that attempt to free me. A warm fresh breeze softens morning. People in cars search for fields, escaping the wickedness of the game of where they should be. Its easier for the … More MEDIUM WELL
Alone is the railroad car continually passing by, rattling the night into darkness with insincere eyes.. The sound of breathing roars across the bed. The drip of a faucet clocks out the minutes with agony. Outside city lights blink a neon code; red-blue points with false hope. Fleeting dreams raise a curtain revealing faces without … More THE OTHER SIDE
A lost intention follows a misplaced adventure. Shadows become detours, spinning webs of emotional misery and absence. Morning yells that we are older. Our shoes are stories lacking souls. We breathe in ripples and then blur out our needs as we shed cloudy desires. There is a fast lane of words we believe we can … More EASY OVER
His words were a smooth oil, a salve to the faint. Though wronged in the past, he forgave. Moved on, removing walls of hurt to reach beyond. When speaking he releases part of himself, filling others with hope, never running out of the light within. He often says, “Life is too rich to keep it … More SOMEONE
It was nearly morning. The ills of night slowly pushed aside for the presence of day. Sleep and dreams mended indifferences; the result would be eye opening. The laurels of day were yet to be placed on the shoulders willing to challenge. Time became the perfect order, like an orchestra blending its beginning into … More ONE MORE STEP
A guitar fills a soft space between soul and need releasing petals of sound merging into the blood of day. Wounds are healed within the weave of notes closing out loss strengthening bones and heart with growth. The sounds continue, watering unfolding blossoms as darkness retreats. The guitar soothes the moment, opening … More UNFOLDING
Morning went quiet like angel hands touching the depths of unreleased grief. Outward clouds receded, revealing an Egyptian blue sky. An envelope of breezes slipped with small notice over warm faces. Blond uncombed hairs twist like holiday flags under boughs of summer. Words opened with birthday surprise, fulfilling desires while … More TAKE ME THERE
The newspaper drapes a lifeless shape over the arm of a couch, like fallen leaves of yesterday; past shadows of news and names. Lines of cars pass by below. The street yawns of morning. The aroma of coffee walks to the bedroom where last nights clothes lay asleep on the floor. The overhead piping creaks. … More I WISH
The sudden transfer of stillness; the opening of morning. Flowers standby. Curtains hang around with anticipation. The air is pensive, waiting for change. There is a serious and relaxed atmosphere between what we are encouraged to do and that which is tried. Night is the salesperson for day. expressing support for sunrise as night … More RISING ABOVE
Roger Singer 