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
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
A soft shoe slips the floor, pushing aside sawdust and broken promises; the cost of today releases the cash for night. Empty back pockets hold dreams without conviction. Black sunglasses shape the truth. Pearly white smiles spread a net; the hungry listen to anything, full stomachs walk by. Street vendors speak the truth. Its a … More THIS WAY
We are grains of sand. Marked within the glass. A gathering of what’s behind, out of reach, as one more grain tumbles, brushing against broken thoughts and lies we turned into truth. There are doors we locked and clouds we pointed at; road signs desperate to advise. Another grain of names slips thorough, some forgotten … More UNCOMMON CORNERS
The train lunged in and out of order. Heads swayed like displaced seaweed mocking gravity. The stars and moon remained in place. Thick metal wheels turn with conviction. There is no shame for those asleep, leaning onto windows, newspapers for pillows. The miles create a low hum. The engine possesses a pure heart. White smoke … More NIGHT CRAWLERS
He thought greatly of himself. His phrases and finger pointing attempted to fill the nothingness beneath his shirt. He was respective of others as long as they listened to him. His neckties were bright and his eyes fired from a burn on his tongue. Business was his business but no one knew what business. The … More A BELL RUNG
Bring the grave to the steps and the memories will follow; sun stained wallpaper and leaded windows fade, but not your name. There’s something in my pocket, a note from you and a penciled smile from a name lifted from earth. I forgot the sound of your voice but remember your joy on a … More ONE MORE TIME
There was little understanding between them and him. What was discussed fell fallow. Them pressed the point to him. He knew the choice of them and their kind, “join them or flounder alone.” This was not for him. He would warm under a blanket of without, and remain in division. Them held strong the line, … More HOLDING THE LINE
Roger Singer 