MOVING BEYOND His hands were soft, unused. Heavy labor failed with him. His eyes were volumes of quiet words. There was a presence of confidence, though slight like random breezes. His shirt was weather thinned. Shoes labored with dirt from long roads. His hat was faded by the suns attack. He half smiled, agreeing not … More MOVING BEYOND
He’s a cat with fight, a tin pan scratcher, a voice clawing to the top of his jazz. He was talked out. His fingers coaxed the horn onto alive where it throbbed like a wound or a hand shaking for whiskey. Water fires of applause waved up. Sweaty … More SLEEPY ALLEYS
There are visions of highway men late at night. Cars slow, looking about. Weary travelers without planning. Sounds increase past midnight, raising caution and suspicion. Ragged freight trains punch pull through town. Dogs sleep off day with restless legs and twitching ears, chasing spirit cats in dreams. A church bell runs out three. Thieves fail … More LATE, VERY LATE
CONSTANT FORCES Treasures uncovered, delights hidden, musicians in motion, gates and shadows, unwelcome guests, changing tides, angels without wings, heaven understanding, rain and mud, wandering shoes, bouquets welcome, youth rejects fear, a jewel covered, crestfallen heroes, tomorrow becomes history. secrets of death, roads without shoulders, curves with weight, the yeast of gold, unwilling words, Kerouac’s … More CONSTANT FORCES
Bronzed hands and neck. Field workers at 5am. The sun cuts sharp. Tractors crawl, knives slice. Work hard breathing. Sweat equals blood. No one speaks. A cloudless sky. Baskets stacked and leaning. Water passed around. No breeze. Distant highway traffic. Boots crossing rows. Busy hands. Two shirts. Golden rich soil. Geometric plant rows. Water machines … More FIELD HANDS
A house of mirrors. Canals of images. Twisted shapes of nightmare size. Legs without bodies. Heads without feet. Some pose, others see the enemy of themselves. Everyone is in obedience to moving along. Step carefully. Someone screams and then another. Laughter startles the air. Lights flash up. A nervous voice sings out. Some linger. People … More CARNIVAL NIGHT
There is a life in words, forming, releasing, telling stories, opening thoughts, stirring trouble. Like the many hats we wear, the doors we choose or the paths we finally accept. We are souls in transition. Trouble without bruises. A harvest strong with thoughts. We pause for the horse and rider and make way for the … More RELEASE THE HOUNDS
The breath of summer slipped into September as if destined to die. Humid nights where fireflies attack the dark and ocean breezes lifted my hair, stay in August. A bonfire dances flames onto youthful tanned faces deeply absorbed with strength. Porch lights freely welcome homeless bugs while … More SEPTEMBER FIRST
Her eyes speak of remember……….fallen rose pedals tumble hard to the floor like kisses and promises. A night song waits within her…she colors lips that once pouted for flowers and diamonds. She wearily walks on…………pushing her feet into the spirit of her youth. The words transform her into beauty………seizing the air and eyes listening to … More ONTO THE STAGE
`CAFÉ RACER Leather necking wind Corners on black road surface lust where devils wink and angels fly off to safer clouds leaving behind Tommy Knockers and café racers chasing shadows into curves where knees kiss the road and shoulders slip the bounds of gravity while tires lick flat black and side bend … More CAFE RACER
Roger Singer 