It was a train in the sky. A thunderous ballad of unscripted percussions of warm and cold colliding; an influence without equal. The oncoming front sounded like a thousand warriors. running hard. Leaves turned over. Windows slammed shut. Animals sought shelter. A sequence of distant low frequency explosions pressed the air. There is no resolve … More FURIOUS
It was then, and then it was gone. Half buildings yielding to the Invasive force of massive trees. Walkways blending into gully’s formed by runoff. Embankments strewn with piles of dirt and broken bricks; nearby, an overhead walkway, collapsed to the ground, devoured by gravity. Telephone poles, weakened and leaning, surrounded by a century of … More ABSORBED
Rain waxes the sidewalk to an earthly shine. Black clouds spell out a beating. Rivers open their mouths. Streams pray to grow. Umbrellas begin to appear, preparing to spring into action. Women begin to hurry for cover. Men walk as if the sun were shinning. Kids splash the anger out of puddles. Eyes look down … More CLEANING UP
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
Two blocks into Harlem. White shirts, black ties, flowered dresses, patent leather shoes, tattoos and beautiful hair; the streets are always alive. The beat mixes up. The man with a full beard smiles, exposing a picket fence for teeth. Conga drums call out the dance in people. Red and purple cotton hats jive like … More THE HEART OF SONG
There’s always a bridge located whenever people need to be over there; two lands joined by steel arms where rust appears clean when it rains. It’s a way in or out. A place where ships can pass under; their silence is like a fighter looking for an opening. The bridge supports the sides … More EVERYBODY’S BROTHER
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
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
Stop signs with bullet holes and a broken billboard oversee a wide intersection where the desert has no friends. Roadside trash lay mangled under scrub brush. Rain has no business here. Insects run safely across the road; shade belongs someplace else. Lightening scrapes a distant mountain top. Sheets of blue rain find someplace else to … More KEEP ON WALKING
A back porch guitar man sends a song into an alley. Sweat stains his hat and baptizes his shirt. He sings of cards, gin, smoke and lies. Sure fingers free the fear he protects. Pigeons rustle nervously above. Strangers shuffle by, chasing last night’s dreams. A cat circles a trach can. He pushes … More HIS PLACE
Roger Singer 