Bring on the ancestral winds, the colliding of clouds with thunder rolling and breaking into silent valleys and the souls of weak men. Let the deep of the deep surface, Let it breathe to the top and bring with it forceful sounds and the wet of rain and clean satin moisture promising to wash city … More CLOUDING UP
On the Rue Lepic, a lazy cat sits on the ledge of an open window, observing life below, moving about after a night of swing and toasts to life and promises. Top buttoned shirts. Slippery felt hats. Shiny shoes and pants with flare, a man with a silver cane strolls like an owner past … More MORNING WALK
Her guitar was the voice comfortable. On her forearm a tattoo faded into shadows. Wishing and dreams wash through her fingers. Gold rings tap a checkered table cloth. The band playing behind her feeds the air into the song. Stage lights steam away past loves and promises. Her chances of breaking out push against the … More LOCKED TO GO
That falling star is mine. The one full of my wishes. The dates and times bundled like knotted twine. It’s all there, the broken hearts, skinned knees, minced oaths and promises waiting to be fulfilled. Like the one about my father. His passing too soon and the wish to hear him say my name one … More LOOKING UP
When my end arrives, am I smarter than all my days? Have the stones and pitfalls made me stronger? Or have the storms, fury and hate stained my tongue? Or has love and my eyes of passion formed a depth within me? Or has money, riches and travel created rest? Am I greater or taller? … More THE END
Roger Singer 