Air notes of glass slip sharp through smoke, cutting a path to a crowd lazy with music sitting under willow trees holding hard the jazz like warm black roads of summer. Fat clapping hands, long days of beer and evenings short of gin, cool his hands into the drain of … More FIRE WITHIN
I move about in seasons I call my own knowing people, the names I sometimes forget, but not the back doors where diners are served. dogs like me, following my steps knowing something about me, liking the traveling I do. Kids think I’m funny, cause I never grew up, and … More I’M OK
In his fingers a burning pressed hard to the surface. His thoughts smoldered heavy in thick smoke circling about him, then burst like spattering grease into dangerous thirsty flames. His sharp cut pork pie hat danced in circles like planets spinning out of control. Blue dark sunglasses reflected the crowd while hiding … More FAT IN THE JAZZ
The second self of me is the gift unwrapped. The adventure in need of a path. A stone to be dislodged. A bridge that crosses every part, leading to passions and fears. It’s a road without a friendly door or room without a place to hide; My second self forces me to sunlight. I’ll … More SECOND SELF
The key of salvation is the promise of turning the hope of the unseen sincere forgiveness received by faith established by truth peace and understanding where light casts no shadow and the faithful pray for wisdom while receiving mercy accepted by grace filled with joy a blessing beyond words while … More RECEIVED BY FAITH
The music of her is a ribbon untied and streams of silk break free like summer stars on the foreheads of angels as I feel the thick of myself, as if running under water becoming trapped in the listening of the jazz like the first time it blanketed me with a rocking upside down … More THE UPSIDE OF RELEASE
Labored wipers edge the smooth curved surface with vengeance as the final reach snaps a forceful wet slapping, shoving aside the enemy of night……water. Headlights course heavily through the drops as the beams stretch toward the next curve like a child reaching for candy. Creatures of night absorb the car, hovering over as if waiting … More NIGHT DRIVE
Lifting waves of hands like vines circling, weave tapestries of surrender and praise for the beginning of a start or the end of long suffering. The message of hands provides comfort and rest, a blanket of protection, safety without words. An open and willing heart provides the opportunity for God to … More NEW BEGINNINGS
The air had an aroma of mischief, unshaven faces, sweaty collars, dancers and players all fashioned under a darkness, rising in song, raising with voices the chance of a gathering on red dirt roads where magnolias steal the senses and whispers rule the night while fingers become the language under stars without names and in … More MISCHIEF
Under the bough of a great tree with eyes closed I see through the curtains of my eyelids gray black shadows like lightening flashing above me. Winds full of beauty form a chorus between leaves with praise unleashed, applauded by angels. I am clay, named though not forgotten, secured and planted, protected and watered, encouraged … More A WHISPER
Roger Singer 