Industry. Merrimack River. Red brick factories. Wallpaper sweat. Stained hats. Greasy fingers. Oiled boots. Gloves soaked in time. Mixed aromas. Twelve hour shifts. Five minute breaks. Bag lunches. Overalls with snaps. Tattoos with faces. Eyes glasses smeared. Black acne spots. Machines crunching. Narrow walkways. Wooden floors. Noise upon noise. Laboring fans. Glass transoms. Metal chips. … More Lowell, Massachusetts, 1937
Beyond the next minute, prodigal thoughts recreate avenues of traveling words. All second hand messages are burned; ashes of vulnerability swept over the edges. Angry hands anxiously record the moment; nervous legs anticipate. The aroma of the story are spice trees for the reader. Words stand trial. Judgement opens quietly. The energy of success swells. … More A COVERED RELEASE
We are names and places, forged within the stages of history. Sadness and blessings merge spirit and soul to begin again, to fight on or forgive. George Bennard, felt the roughened timbers of the, “Old Rugged Cross.” Carl Boberg, lifted the hands of millions with, “How Great Thou Art.” Sabine Gould, marched … More NAMES OF GOLD
I have a legend with the road. A connection with dust from parking lots and narrow alleys. I know something about flat tires and vacant store fronts where change and loss hold onto empty. Faraway places never consider these places. A suffering evening sky labors at placing stars into night. Mountain shadows, appearing like sleeping … More ANOTHER PLACE
A glance of hope. The message between pen and paper, yet to begin. Words are stored like wine until released with flavor; held in private until it breathes out a message. Indifference is the creature of thought, the expression of the unexpected. The surprise. The unimpeded flow, void of subjective influence as it flourishes like … More OLIVE BRANCH
The sun clipped over the tops of quick moving clouds, creating a running shadow over me as it sped ahead searching for a finish line. I ran with the hope to catch it, when another caught me from behind. It’s a day without rain. Geese are heading north. Blossoms expand. I stand in a soup … More JUST AHEAD
It was a grand road leading to the great house. Ancient trees lined the way. Their size were remarkable. Wide thick branches traversed to the other side, collaborating in a mixed entanglement of deciduous matter. The road became diluted under the strength of the boughs and surrounding fragrances. Deeper into the passage the car emerged … More BEYOND SHADOWS
The slow drip of sand under a stone bridge. Above, clouds dampen a dry sun. The park welcomes all without prejudice. Easy hats sit smartly; umbrellas stand at the ready. Vows of dedication, newspapers and Books complete the image. Park benches remember James Barrie and the children pirates. And C.S. Lewis offering passages to other … More A RESTING PLACE
This place is father away from home. Each forgotten name or street adds miles to the distance. Valleys became reminders of low points; unfathomable bottoms like dreams of running underwater. There was a lost balance. A gimbal unchecked. Spinning. The horizontal plane fighting to remain upright. Days blend into days yet to happen. There is … More A NEAR DISTANCE
He was a stranger to most. Few knew his name. He stood full. Broad shoulders. A man without a boyhood. Capable hands scared from hard work. He was between young and old. Thick wavy hair. Wire rimmed glasses; searching, curious eyes. Goodness in his voice. Mountains climbed and rivers explored. No mention of family no … More A GREAT TREE
Roger Singer 