There’s a merging of shadows around the backside of me, positioning to break out and pass to the front with quick steps and nervous breaths. Ships of night line up for the challenge of dreams. Topsails strain at the strength of speed while battling cold steel overcasts attempting to slow the progress forged in the … More COMMON SENSE
From the open door I pass daily on the Rue des Lombards lined with lilac bushes, I lean to the sound of a piano; I pause with curious ears. Athletic fingers prompt the song to spill unwrapped to me, circling like a scarf, holding my thoughts, catching me out of breath. The mouth … More RUE des LOMBARDS
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 … More NIGHT QUIET
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.
Fair winds, the pause of between, ruffle the edges of canvas awnings. The sound of coarse linen being formed into small waves, resemble incoming tides onto shorelines celebrating morning. The day tumbles within minutes, creating hours of hope with the sense something good will happen. The manicured thoughts we cultivate, wait patiently for the map … More DOORS
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 … More NIGHT DRIVE
Shadowed images crowd deep into him releasing the engine of his drive; rough breathing scrambles onto walls of dreams where innocence covers sin His jazz is wind. A coursing of multiple gusts turns heads while capturing idle thoughts. He stirs under covers of restless sleep. Nightmares call him by name. A cutting moon … More DREAMS ALIVE
Over hanging branches with fingers of moss drool onto a brown fat lazy river. Mud soft edges sit rich with ooze, tempting to touch, warm with patience. A yellow roaring sun growls hungrily pressing green stems to wilt in prayer. The voice of flow rumbles deep, muscled strong while passing through. … More WIDE BROWN RIVER
He walked with a heavy step like a giant over autumn leaves. His eyes were hard on the path, avoiding dead ends and blind corners. He murmurs prophecies, steamed to the surface from past vowels wasted on youth. His strength is formed strongly in posture and self confidence; pillars stretching over years. He enjoys gray … More HEAVY STEPS
Under a moon of freezing light night touches the threads of sleep. Curtains lay pulled back, bunched in the middle by a cloth cord. Flowered wallpaper dreams of spring. The fireplace light wanes into gray corners. Day is a bucket of empty, yielding to frost and mice seeking shelter. Soft words … More A QUIET ROOM
Roger Singer 