Cottages are closed. Shutters replace screens. A few toys forgotten on lawns. A fishing pole leans against. the shed. The lilac bush is asleep. Lawn chairs stacked. The porch is empty. Rose bushes covered. Mail boxes prepare for winter. Scattered leaves dot lawns and roads. A few seagulls pass quietly overhead. A stray cat wanders … More LOOKING ABOUT
ANOTHER FOOTPRINT There are shadows of reminders stepping into our days, our years. Long pauses of thoughts rise slowly to the surface. We consider the chances while dissecting the meaning of how our footprint explains our past. Our walk becomes a series of runs. Glancing off one reminder of what to do … More ANOTHER FOOTPRINT
Trade winds rustled palm frontons like fingernails scratching sandpaper. Waves with no intention of leaving roll onto forever white sand, quickly reforming for the next round. Midday’s warmth builds into layered heat. Shade is gold as the coolness circles the skin, refreshing like a shower of air. Emerald green water continues to fold over on … More THE ISLAND
Morning went quiet like angel hands touching the depths of unreleased grief. Outward clouds receded, revealing an Egyptian blue sky. An envelope of breezes slipped with small notice over warm faces. Blond uncombed hairs twist like holiday flags under boughs of summer. Words opened with birthday surprise, fulfilling desires while … More TAKE ME THERE
Over the oceans uneven surface the oarsmen strain against ancient currents. Muscles ache with weight and drive. The waves seek dominance on the boats direction, altering the course, only to be set right with flesh and strength. A linen light mist layers on hats and shoulders. A gray leather sky broods above in silence. … More MEN AND FATHOMS
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
There is a rent paid over oceans and mountains. An act of homage and humility in the breath of seasons where impartial acts always remember the order of respect. It’s the covering of grief. The answer to prayers. The sound of delight, though too much is just too much. It has a song. … More RESPECT
What is within a wave? That curled momentary mass of random strength rolling onto shorelines with ancient messages tucked within itself, splashing out languages from somewhere deep. The moon speaks out the highs and lows. The land lifts barriers against the mass of impending force. Yet we find their shape drawing, pulling us into … More LIQUID LANGUAGES
Over hanging branches with fingers of moss drool onto a brown fat lazy river. Mud soft edges sit rich with ooze, tempting to touch, warm with patience. A yellow roaring sun growls hungrily pressing green stems to wilt in prayer. The voice of flow rumbles deep, muscled strong while passing through. … More WIDE BROWN RIVER
There is a breath between seasons. A gasp of release, the unwrapping of air stretching over, reaching out to the beyond. A passing absence fades into misty footsteps, where shadows meet, blending with voices in a breeze of change. Forcibly, like tides and the passage of rivers we accept the silence of what … More THE TIDES
Roger Singer 