Rectangles with souls. Windows lined like soldiers. Sounds in the head. Fog rises but never into a storm. Dogs walking as if they know where they’re going. Fast steps lead to a corner bar where No one’s ship comes in; liquid languages spoken here. Everything appears in slow motion. It’s easier to remember when … More CITY WALKING
In the smoke shop, the aroma of incense lays trapped between wood and glass. Rigid cardboard boxes rich with painted scenes of Italy protect the peaceful rebellion of indulging in the product until offered a choice through decadent permission. A swinging door opens to the street; it’s a clear space until pedestrians fill in. … More SOMEWHERE PAST
A blue sky yielded to layers of Ivory clouds. Flat and useless the Heavy air absorbed sounds; the pleasure Of the afternoon was washed away. Newspapers lost their crispness. Words fainted between people due to dullness in the air. Birds halted flights, retreating to thin curtains of shade. There is a memory of times like … More THE UNEXPECTED
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
Sometimes there’s not enough words to explain the day. We attempt to create a shape, a revelation between spaces, where a line becomes more than a crease in time. It’s a half note matured and filled with air. The sound bursts into a place not yet traveled. The movement resembles a crusade, a new path … More PLACE YOUR BETS
Two crumpled pieces of paper collapse to the floor like exhausted dancers. A light breeze pushes them together as they creak and stretch in unison. The compact energy contained within the tightly bonded folds begin to unevenly release, resembling the sound of mice running across a sandy floor. They slowly turn again as the … More AS IN LIFE
In the forest, under a canopy of boughs, rain creates a symphony as a portion of the sky falls. The moisture provides a density buffering all sounds. In the shadows there is calm; a noiseless base. Birds have secured sanctuary. Footsteps move quietly over damp leaves and twigs; dryness removed. A distant rumble of thunder … More WALKING THROUGH
A lost calling. The seasons changing without notice. A misplacement of the misplaced; The Beat Generation. They were crusaders of the word; always someplace and never without cool. Shirts and shoes unrequired from San Francisco to West 46th Street. Their pain was locked in the fists of their resistance. Eyes deaf toward the average, they … More WHERE ARE THEY?
A gauze of filtered light set the pattern of a checkered sun streaming across the table. An uneasy ghost of air plagued the room, circling quietly in an overhead fan then twisting to the floor where it slides into corners, stirring dust and yesterdays webs. A brief summer steals the warmth of August … More INFINITY SKY
There was a final call for last drinks at the Black Cactus Cantina, a place comfortable in the shadows. It was another night of switchblades, leather boots and lies with smiles. Warm desert winds and roaming lizards stir night sands. Women with showy names and men without truth move through the door to outside. … More LAST CALL
Roger Singer 