We are fitted into time. Rooted to the frame. The anchor of decision secures us to levels of choices. Voices filling rooms stir ideas that are uncharted and unimagined until turned over, exposing a plan. Lights with dusty gray eyes hold the path darkly lit. Adventure seizes the moment with unsolicited beckoning. Bravery held in … More THAT WAY
The last train holds seats for strangers. Yesterday’s newspapers catch at the ankles of the sleep and possessed. The rhythm of steel wheels creaks loudly into the corners, alarming no one. Sinners pray for home. Saints sleep past their stop. Passing city lights reflect in a moment of blur, revealing sad eyes and lonely streets; … More TICKETS PLEASE
We are unpredictable. Like the dripping of water, each different from the previous drop. We hold the patent on our first breath, first step and an ocean of random words. We sing off key. Band-Aid bloodless relationships. Mail envelopes to ourselves. Find favor with an enemy. Hold tight the rope to the bell tower. … More BALL OF TWINE
Frail sparrows wait without flight at the take-out counter. The aroma reduces the chill of hunger; accepting gladly the warm prize they turn with hope, stepping out into the cold. Fast thoughts whisk across tables and counters. Words mixed with coffee and cigarettes fuel pointing fingers as the world is explored over hamburgers and … More OPEN SHADOWS
His words were a smooth oil, a salve to the faint. Though wronged in the past, he forgave. Moved on, removing walls of hurt to reach beyond. When speaking he releases part of himself, filling others with hope, never running out of the light within. He often says, “Life is too rich to keep it … More SOMEONE
Sounds skipped over the gathering like flat stones over water. There was no right direction of movement. Fingers pointed. Eyes glanced. Footsteps clapped along equally out of sequence. The people resembled tall willowy weeds reacting to a brush of random breezes, swaying unevenly as they crossed the street to the other side; searching for closure … More FINISHING OUT
Night silent. An oftentimes offering of words significant to the owners beholding the presence of the moon, as it transgresses a black curtain. It’s a perfect circle, from where we stand, suspended in different phases as the days of the month encourage celestial restructuring; its back side, hidden, remaining out of view. We … More ABOVE IT ALL
Roger Singer 