The desert curls itself up flat at night an uncaring landscape off sand and spiders day’s heat retreats into silence, leaving behind a numbing cold cacti stand guard over nothing snakes slither into holes under useless rocks scavenger animals prowl without much to show the terrain is life without … More STAY AWAY
A song of night the slow creep of cars heading for the next town and wayside roads where broken hearts gather at an empty desert gas station someone reads “The Howl” out loud the fear and dreams we live up to bus driver’s work the road curious eyes imagine the release of … More CRESTED LIZARD
We are marked by our shoreline the footsteps left behind the ones dreamed of the seasons that began and others forgotten by choice tides washed us gently circling the waves never stopped synchronous beats smooth some troubled all beneath a humble moon
the thickness of night as a cool blanket of air slips onto the yard lifting out a day of warmth windows shut sweaters appear a dark lakes surface humbles even the brave inside cabin lights extinguish like falling stars night sounds filter through aged screened windows the aroma of pine lingers … More I REMEMBER
Desolate promises the unexpected highlight of yesterday the inherited creation for the newness of today it was a narrative without stop a gift of holding onto where whispers become words and night has no fears the strength of rivers provides no answers while distant moons release abandoned angels into the hearts thirsting for … More RECOVERY
I stand on the shoreline of the ocean small palpable waves feed on my ankles as dusk yields to night a sound clear as spring windows tilts toward me showering me in the center of a nightly orchestra I wonder looking around if anyone nearby senses the blessing from the air or am … More MOONLIGHT SONG
He touched the side of me ocean eyes looking up from a gray face the alley was his home shadowed under day pulsing at night across his face a twisted scar of courage and half of the right ear missing he circled me shoulders balanced not a sound from the paws he was … More THE STRAY
The sidewalk is a stream, a playground, an escape without arrows to point the way out. Fallen stars, the scattering of dreamers believing in second chances, light the city at night. Children remain close by, guarded by the fences of stern warnings. Their visions asleep as they accept the ideas of less. Surrounding aromas … More NOT FAR FROM HERE
The secret of being lost is the disregard for being found the luxury of blending to be part of unseen corners drifting away from everyone’s roads brushing past idle spirits and obstacles in the path the soul of travel are tents left behind places where a moment was meant for a … More BLENDING
A ritual with friends, an open meadow under a night sky, lying back tracing stars as clouds divide and uncounted winds slip away we inherit the oblivion, nourishing curiosity as the orbits of eyes absorb the greatness. Slowly, with hesitation, we leave a memory of footprints and the dampness of our words, until once … More GREATNESS
Roger Singer 