The moon dripped silver, bleeding through scratched windows, dusting the yard, drawing the eyes upward into favorable suspense. The moon is the bride of night’s sky, a lover in plain sight with enormous arms for sharing, Unless restrained by clouds. The moon creates dreams while teasing the curious to gaze up innocently, unconcerned with time. … More MOON TIME
Downwind crossroads are reckless sacrifices. The opening that appears, like a window half open that encourages. The day was without fences or caution. The curtains on your stage are pulled back, preparing for an entrance. Corridors of thoughts testify the betrayal where the eye opening tracks remain quiet now but stir the air, preparing for … More SLIPPING THROUGH
A gauze of filtered light set the pattern of a checkered sun streaming across the table. An uneasy ghost of air plagued the room, circling quietly in an overhead fan then twisting to the floor where it slides into corners, stirring dust and yesterdays webs. A brief summer steals the warmth of August … More INFINITY SKY
Crawling sideways through pines smiling of chrome an autumn moon takes command like lightening without sound drawing my eyes as if pulled by strong tides I gaze not for just a moment but I search as I have countless times its cold distant face and will again when pleasantly captured by it its presence once … More MOON SPACE
From the terrace, half abandoned daylight slowly disconnects itself, yielding to a gray-crimson shade until night paints dark. Small shadowed noises sound like giants wrestling. Bats curve the air. An owl holds court on a royal top branch. Working arms of winds stretch into branches, whistling a low shudder, pulsing the ground. The moon howls … More HALF COLD, HALF HOT
A renewed moon gained celestial strength, rising over tree tops, spreading silver lines onto quiet night streets . The town green possesses a dark silence under the gray shadow of a heaven pointing steeple. The church bell signs its presence into cool air as the sound reaches slate roofs and clapboard homes. The town lives … More SLATE ROOFS
I pointed to a full moon suggesting to my cat the enormity of silver so distant yet favoring my yard. The car yawned with indifference. Its tail providing a half swish, unimpressed with the depths of space or the light it doesn’t need. The fireplace snapped with heat, causing one of his ears to turn … More SILVER
A white curtain moon held firm The center of a dark night. An immense canopy of darkness Grasped the eyes of the living and the dead. The shadows of night slip through picket fences Disturbing only the mist and while stepping Over sleeping dogs. A church bell calls night to order. A lone bird lifts … More NIGHT SHADOWS
A blink of pain sets the course for the day, after a night of chasing dreams. Outside, the city is covered in a wardrobe of clouds; pearl white and dusk of gray. Below the sidewalk lifted up a degree of voices. Some loud, others a minnow of words slipping through. A small bucket of sunlight … More HARVESTING MOON
Night formed a menace of quiet, an undercurrent of soft movement on familiar paths, where innocence relinquishes to the passion of shadows. A half moon catches out voices sighing, releasing fear under waves of waiting shorelines. Hands, graceful necks of swans, the appetite of silence, holds fast the embrace of desire, while creating … More HOLDING FAST
Roger Singer 