…And at that moment, that final moment, I’ll consciously grieve for those suffering with tears and long memories. …And words of praise will be released from loving hearts that will casually drift into the laps of angels. …And when finally called to his side in thankful praise my lips will speak of … More THAT FINAL MOMENT
I got a river standing still in my head. A half a world greets me through wet curtains. Gray walls are my thoughts without color. An old wooden floor talks back to my shoes. A ceiling fan, its life long over, brushes at cobwebs in corners. Newspapers yellow without the sun. Dust is … More FLOW OF DAY
A curtain. Formed white. Soft folded ribbons. Linen eyes lust under the handle of breezes, searching the alley below; considering heavens of gods and men walking. Strong sunlight. Warming rays. A morning of fullness surrounds summers fragrance; tar paper roofs, garbage, stagnant water. The breath of the city. Voices slip from windows. Coughing; … More FROM A WINDOW
This town has no easy street. Its not about luck or the draw in favor. Fast shoes keep them moving on sidewalks, all looking the same. Red lights give pause to the race and the prize that fails to praise. The occasional flowers and the best of struggling trees survive in silence in empty … More EMPTY LOTS
Living full doesn’t mean you have a full tank. And some of the rain always gets to you no matter how fast you run. Sometimes the edges of boarders casts an unexpected surprise when you achieve the line, discovering its similar to what you just left. There’s a new place I hear everyone … More SECOND HAND STORE
Dusk crushes into night. The infinity feud between two mighty forces colliding within the silence of millennial shadows. There is no youth about them or age slowing their pace. They are constant, claiming common territory to the custody of their charge; never speaking, they own the respect. Within the realm of universes there … More ANCIENT
A sympathetic rain washed the face of the street. Parked cars, asleep and cold lined the street. Buildings with lighted towers reached into low clouds. Gray shadows feel lazily over sidewalks. Umbrellas mushroomed up, into weaving patterns, forming a covenant between head and heaven. A fair wind lifted fallen newspapers and hats while … More FINDING SPACE
I can hear the water clock. The liquid metronome of a dripping faucet. A distinct sound muffled into silence during the day of sounds. On the ceiling, the passing reflections of headlights from passing cars below crawls over the cracked plaster. A blinking neon pulses across the street, matching the faucet drips and then … More BETWEEN THE DRIPS
The weather sounded on the rocks. Waters rippled over deep currents as voices of land moved, grinding out the textures of highs and lows. A blue glass sky covered wide prairies. Rains baptized mountains into valleys. Clouds stepped long shadows over ravines and gorges and then moved in directions yet to be named. … More TIME STARTED
The weight of the motion descended in a cloud burdened with the scent of air clinging to rain as it baptized the ground. Tumbling drops foot-printed the soft sand while others merged with puddles, lost to colliding or ripples fading. Quiet prevails as the storm wanders. Sounds of recovery lift from the spell … More FULL WEIGHT
Roger Singer 