A signal without an arrow pointing from an unspecified corner. Choosing not to speak is the language of the curious; the absence of shoes limits the desire to go. Something eventually brings us to the edge, where the precipice creates a sickness in our knees, fearing the fall and the bottom. From here, … More OPEN FOLDS
Separate hands. Divided tracks expressing the battle within. Musical fingers, the dance of a tapping theory. Deep roots of song flush to the surface; a dilation is then quick to expand. Drums beating out thoughts pause then continue, marking paths to an immediate change; the impertinence of youth is an undeniable salve. Dancers … More OPENING NIGHT
Broken letters. The unfashioning of words scattered on the floor; thoughts rejected, names forgotten. Jumbled letters; a game without love. Static angles breaking out of paragraphs, swept into piles, filling buckets, thrown to the wind where letters from lost words find new air, breathing life from the incorrect.
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
Her guitar was the voice comfortable. On her forearm a tattoo faded into shadows. Wishing and dreams wash through her fingers. Gold rings tap a checkered table cloth. The band playing behind her feeds the air into the song. Stage lights steam away past loves and promises. Her chances of breaking out push against the … More LOCKED TO GO
It was a dull circle of sleep. A separation where day folds into slumbered haze. Mumbled half words tumble out. An occasional roar breaks the silence. It’s a time between lucid and insanity. Emptiness and heroism. A storm of thoughts strike the base of heaven; the soul envies the catacombs of control. Hours appear … More HALF WAY
It was the night highway. A place between diners. Where neon signs slept and traffic didn’t exist; an area absent of social politeness. A place where answers came from dreams and shadows had influence. Where empty lots and lost dogs crowded near the last highway sign. Drive on while tires turn the miles like … More NO STOPPING
A day framed. A window wide with hope. Dawn drains in silence. One voice releases, waiting for return. A vacuum of Thoughts rise, surfacing with a schedule; place, time, one door then another. Emotions become firm and braced. The more the listening, knowledge enters with a higher plane. The land is sweet. Each step a … More NOW AND AGAIN
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
Move strong. Wise steps. A path of glory. A song on the lips. High noon. The aroma of fresh air. Long roads beckon. New towns stare at the curious. Billboards sell air time. Traffic lights hold us back. Sidewalks never wide enough. Church steeples all point. School yards wait for recess. Cars know their owners. … More OK, NOW GO
Roger Singer 