Fair winds, the pause of between, ruffle the edges of canvas awnings. The sound of coarse linen being formed into small waves, resemble incoming tides onto shorelines celebrating morning. The day tumbles within minutes, creating hours of hope with the sense something good will happen. The manicured thoughts we cultivate, wait patiently for the map … More DOORS
Early, when light struggles for a place, a black cat steps with velvet feet around last evening’s rains walking the corners like winds touching curtain ends. Shutters stare onto the dampened alley as sun lines spread over cobblestones rich with history. Palm trees breathe into morning. The fronds work the air like a … More BLACK CAT
How deep are your songs? Do they champion the cause you carry? Inside is a passion. The reason for sunlight. The delight of morning to wake you. The day is generous; it’s an empty sack Waiting to be filled. The hope in your breath is the meadowlark waiting to release the music. … More CURTAIN RISING
I got a river standing still in my head. A half a world greets me through wet curtains. Gray walls are my thoughts without color. An old wooden floor talks back to my shoes. A ceiling fan, its life long over, brushes at cobwebs in corners. Newspapers yellow without the sun. Dust is … More FLOW OF DAY
Dusk crushes into night. The infinity feud between two mighty forces colliding within the silence of millennial shadows. There is no youth about them or age slowing their pace. They are constant, claiming common territory to the custody of their charge; never speaking, they own the respect. Within the realm of universes there … More ANCIENT
A thieving light slipped through open curtains, laying quietly on the floor. Dawn rises out of gray canvas shadows. Silhouettes of outside enter the inside without a key. Slowly the time clock of a new day announces to the willing a call to arms; a message without alarm to invest with a challenge. … More LEFT BEHIND
The moons circled my dark night room, slipping in silent celestial paths until morning forces my separation from sleep. I cast off arms of blankets and wrappings as slivers of morning cross sharply over me. Cool air drifts over my windows ledge, satisfying my room with aroma, stirring the grasp I have yet hooked of … More ONE MORE DAY
A great black quiet above lay sleeping. An engine without steam or heat. A mouth lost of words. An open sky. Stars shining their jewels; eyes without faces pasted in a forever place. A steady hand. Fingers pointed with wishes fall prey to tomorrow; the hope of change knows only pain. Time folds over, presenting … More
Alone, The field absorbs a tree centered In the middle of its earth where roots spread like children’s arms desperate for a parent as the waxing of leaves welcome an early sun during glacial changes of seasons until finally the waxing of last fruits and leaves yield to a first frost of life suffering the … More CIRCLING AROUND
Long whispers. Unachieved destinations. Serenity consumed. Overwhelming choices folded into one decision. Street people dancing. Resentful workers sidestepping random faces. Phones ring. Buses hiss to stops. The aroma of hot dogs and lunch. Silent faces. Worried thoughts. Fast steps. Escalators jammed. Subways overloaded. There is unity in motion. The desire to leave. The hope to … More WALKING TO WORK
Roger Singer 