Sealed within the envelope of night is a common indifference. Shadows appear equal. A corner musician pulls at the strangers eyes. Coins in the hat drinks for a night a city bus with sleepers roars by. Skelton road crews work for food. A walk between the avenues, neon signs wave welcome subways rumble below, buses … More MIXED AND EQUAL
It’s a twisting of hands, a thirst to indulge the spirit of the getaway, the radical, unradical of wish and desire; air through a chrome grill chews hungrily the dark of night on tendrils of unlighted roads. The tires roll out a language of hate and speed; the normal is scrapped for expression. Roads … More LOST ROADS
A wide meandering path leads to an abandoned great house. An iron gate, twisted with rust, separates the perimeter of the property from the outside world. Debris of various sorts lay scattered on the weed infested lawn along with seasons of leaves and broken branches. Half buried prehistoric boulders, the other half in China, rise … More KEEP OUT
Black balusters and mahogany stairs lead gracefully to a parquet second floor landing. Decades of voices carried the water of words to this quiet circular elegance surrounded by bookshelves and photos of New York and Paris. Gold painted plaster moldings wrap the area like decorative ribbons. It all speaks with identity and belonging; above there … More GRACEFUL
Dogs barking, children in an abandoned lot. Their game interrupted by a dispute. Small towns hold its players close, leaving little room to maneuver away from the center. Girls look at magazines, shopping for images. Young men sweat with strength, struggling with self as they search beyond the package of where they are. An old … More WHICH WAY
Red cowboy boots. Dust with living legends. Blue jeans, the working uniform. Skies with danger and full sun. The aroma of wet hay and work horse saddles. Leather reins, the steering wheel bound to a bit. Seasons that blend. Calloused hands. Facial lines, the human rings of trees. Sweat stained hats. Beards and tattoos. Cold … More BUNK HOUSE
There is no unhappiness in a stonewall. Its industrial beauty shrugs with humility. Seasonal wars have no effect on its lines. There is nothing porous about it. The stones once buried within ancient soil are like diamonds and pearls, protecting the perimeter of its birthplace. Fortune blesses the license of its presence each day; a … More ANCIENT LINES
There was a caution in the air. A thin front of yellow yielded to heavy black layers of a disruptive sky crawling menacingly above. Thunder sounded from the hands of trauma, releasing repeated detonations. The calm surface air quickly became an unlikely opportunity for safety. Nature began to carve out its design of strength in … More ALMOST OVERHEAD
She held the stage hostage, holding tightly the neck of the microphone like a thief attempting escape. She commands the air before her, opening a path to waiting ears. Her mascara is pointed like an Egyptian Princess. Her lips possess the strength to break hearts. Her smile is a strand of rare pearls. There are … More SMOKEY LIGHTS
She was leaving. Standing nervous at the bus station. A black misty night blocked out stars and formed halos around street lights. An announcement beckoned her ticket to the waiting bus. She straightened up, startled, pony tail swaying and saddle shoes moving in the direction of her escape. Travelers boarded in silence and then awkwardly … More ESCAPE
Roger Singer 