Engine words roughed and ragged fell out of him, crushing the room, pushing back like a wind energy strengthening like a storm wild with debris and alarm waking the untrusting slapping the innocent Stirring an motion wild with song a moaning like windows opening after winter silence he stretches his … More UPSTREAM
A ripple of air passes over a curtain in an open window. Papers tumble gently, trapped at the base of a picket fence. A weathervane signals direction, twisting quickly. A furious language descends. Shutters slap senselessly without rhythm. Tree tops swirl like ocean bottom seaweed. Leaves … More FAR ABOVE
The fingers of his childhood pointed into heaven, teasing angels with music food, coaxing their beauty to his porch to slap their wings in approval. Mockingbirds held the tongue of their voices when his horn owned the air, bending the sky onto the dust of his shoes. Fields of labor stirred … More IN HIS COLOR
Highway trucks beat a rhythm of road. Red lights press and release like arteries pulsing. Steady and long, full and heavy. Songs of travel spin the blacktop; miles behind lay thin and pressed. Rolling behemoths, like buffalos cresting hills, feverishly running corners and flats. Kings of the road. Soldiers scripted to find their place, somewhere … More UP AHEAD
A fellowship of approval formed her like strong waves blessing the song releasing nectar dripping thick as the bass man slipped into smooth releasing a passion to the strings submitting to his touch while the lights dimmed and hands clapped them into the next set where pearls of sound filled the years with stories … More HER WEB
The pull of gravity provides a slow blink of reality and caution. Unfamiliar dreams of eyes with stars, kings of stone, and watch towers under gray slate skies create the beginning of desperate ambitions. Repentant knees drop with emotion, praying for pockets of hope and second chances.
The room filled dark with twists where shadow vapors of crossed arms and legs on a wall flashed under low beamed lights capturing a motion of souls bathing warm like angels walking over clouds high above an earth beat of rotating full sounds until the moon rises pressing out the cold with voices melting … More STEP FAST
A quiet horizon slowly absorbs a flat bronze evening sky, its edges melting into a dusky mist. There were no low rumbles or gusts of wind or clouds forming and reforming; a weighted silence pressed down onto a solemn ground. It was a moment of looking up, Wondering what would be next. Preparing for change. … More NIGHT QUIET
It’s a phase of forgotten. An answer that never started with a question. Eyes are the pools of the lost and found, the abyss of hate and the shallowness of love. Words start the day igniting attitudes with fire. Where thoughts were once idle now strike hard with metal drive. Songs drift … More DAY LONG
What lies between is the cold unspoken thought, resting in calm reserve. The between is the space between a breath, the tides and love and hate. The between is uncounted time. The area where clouds change and then disappear. The between is the beginning right after the end. Its where we all start, and where … More IN BETWEEN
Roger Singer 