The town didn’t care an ocean was nearby; diamond winking waves on a waiting shoreline. Voices small; determined shovels and pails. Hot dog aroma, birch beer fizzing on ice. The place where sand and water merge. Eons of friendship between rocks and splitting mountains. Valleys lay open; byproducts of friction. Under the nose of the … More OCEAN NEARBY
An irrepressible deep river roared under a smooth surface. The water parts are filled from rain and streams and the undergrowth of the weak. The high banks lay evidence to the force Of soil breaking. Trees bend. Rocks tilt. All parts yielding to the waters grasp and flow. A lean subtle confident power pushes on … More ROARING
An energy wind rolled over gray stones and sand; the spent blood of glaciers. Dark waters, the fluid of night oceans, reflects stars and a crescent cold moon. The last of the clouds discharges a mist; absorbed without voices into horizons . Heaven opens night’s gates, releasing … More NIGHT OCEANS
A face on a flag, the wind gives it voice. Steam from the day retires nights grasp. Horns and lights, the blood of cities, pull at the weak. People envy the closure of circles, the place where end is welcomed and faces are familiar. Lights breathe onto crowded shorelines where people … More RESTLESS
I’ve shadowed my youth with arms raised, dancing the full aroma of summer while my feet discover unknown paths. My skin feeds on the colors of day as I melt with warm sand near waters of Egyptian green and blue; I strike the surface with stones. I have the memories of days … More EGYPTIAN NIGHT
Roger Singer 