The song. Unaffected. Opens like spring. Formed from vines grasping at the answer to words. Rhythms without explanations. A sense of beauty, full of individual reason. A flag of intention. A banner to gather voices rising for the occasion. Full verses. Empty hearts. A recipe of melancholy. Winds ebb in favor of voices. Hands raised. … More STAGE LEFT
The shoreline is a paper waiting for a story. Frequent coal blue skies compete with the gray of midday. Oil cloth jackets provide temporary warmth. Multiple nearby voices scale up the dunes, but the power of the waves refuse them any higher. Birds scatter and then rejoin, swiftly passing overhead. The winds are held together … More HIGH DUNES
His guitar had a better voice and face. He played out the words like a sweet dessert. Pain and loss was his shirt and untied shoes, pasted to a long and light frame. He washes his beard in the rain. Clouds are his blankets and the ground his pillow where dreams fade away. There’s a … More WITHOUT HOME
The art of imperfection. A change of attitude and the limits not to exceed where temperature of mood fills the moment of decision; its high climate of change, though unnumbered but important. A formed shape begins with order. A voice, a glance, an answer without words. The simple of life is the meal … More FINDING SHAPE
Shadowy unruly pendants; the tales of fate misguided, the language of drowning without answers. Like potted houseplants turning into the sun, people wait for that taste of a good watering. Every corner holds the treasure for an attempted escape. A piano without tune falls silent. A ceiling fan spins out of boredom. A floor … More NO HARM IN LEAVING
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 in-between of dusk and night releases half shadows. Clouds hurry to corners. The last breeze twists a single sheet on a clothesline. A voice familiar to back doors slips into a cracked plaster hallway. Billboards advertise last year’s circus. Resilient pillars of weeds claim an abandoned lot. A dog with strong eyes challenges the … More CAREFUL STEPS
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
Street, flat out. Oversize shirts, yellow and striped. Coats without arms. A song in a walk; shoes envy the beat. Broad strokes of colored hair. A beard, a flash of checkered pants. Sandals and combat boots. A skateboard has lost its rider. Subways rattle. Steam pipes hiss. Rain coats under blue skies. Hats without rain … More SIXTH AVENUE
Water. An ancient sound. A motion, falling, moving, Colliding, turning. A color with aroma. Bending in search of a lower level. Respecting the language of gravity, yielding to its pull. Shorelines hold back aggressive waters. Mountains remain safe. Valleys fear the worst. Rivers build like armies from the smallest of streams, following paths … More TURNING THE CORNER
Roger Singer 