Railroad cars rattle to an uncomfortable stop. The heartless metal boxcars release a few late night traveling souls. The aroma of pitch and diesel fuel permeates cool air. Chameleon eyes survey temporary grounds for displaced scarecrows. Torn outer coats, shirts without buttons, uneasy hats all possess that insistent hunger common to all. They walk to … More FALLEN ANGELS
A sandy path boarded by rose bushes. A curved half black dome above, painted with stars from distant galaxies. Up ahead, flames from a bonfire beckon us closer. The heat presses us when we are several feet from its heart. Blankets with lovers and friends gather. Sparks explode into cool air, fighting to remain alive … More DANCING SHADOWS
There is no relief when regarding the loss of time. Festivals pass without notice like nameless night trains. The moon offers no concern for words and unkempt phrases. Seasons are unacquainted with your sorrow or joy, or the bruises received. Whispers and half closed eyes remain suspicious in the deepening fray of night when your … More WASTE NOT
There is a vision inside of everyone. A vision of something distant from reality, yet persistent, attempting to create belief. A flash of honey sweetens the dreams that we hide in our pillows. Stories tightly wrapped in linen. A fresh song or story taps its way to the surface, turning over the stone of … More NIGHT TRAVELER
She was leaving. Standing nervous at the bus station. A black misty night blocked out stars and formed halos around street lights. An announcement beckoned her ticket to the waiting bus. She straightened up, startled, pony tail swaying and saddle shoes moving in the direction of her escape. Travelers boarded in silence and then awkwardly … More ESCAPE
Long corridors with linoleum floors absorb the stories of lost lambs and hungry wolves. Families and enemies pass flowered wallpaper of peonies and terracotta pots on ordinary days with eyes down never speaking; like meteors at night and shadows during day. The accessories, lights, exit signs, mailboxes are destroyed or absent. The comingling of … More SURVIVAL
The desert is a departing thief. Black and white forming faint shadows while breaking away an afternoon sun into night. Billboards stare back with origami eyes, glaring with silver lights onto roads running to the edge of the earth. Continuing with a deeper falling, we feel upside down as if a herd of … More FURTHER AWAY
There was a buzzing in a heaven of clouds. A horn from the alley brought down the house of pigeons. The air transformed into a night beauty. Neon’s and back doors offered a refueling of the psychological mortgage. Voices from the second floor rejoice between the folds of buildings. When night and dark mix, the … More A WAY THROUGH
The sound of hounds under the sycamores pulsed the air. A fog shadowed the ground, concealing weeds and rocks. A horn, a phantom sound suspended above, Slithered like a snake over tree tops. Fence posts boarded the field, like cardboard soldiers locking barbed wire arms. A brown light of dusk muddied the sky. Bats easily … More NIGHTLY STROLL
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
Roger Singer 