Drunkards of broken clouds wept onto night and those without hats. High winds forced bullets of rain to windows like snapping fingerprints only to slide with gravity onto the sidewalk below. The ground drank eagerly at first until soon gorged, directing the runoff to every low point where a rising began. Clouds continued … More TOO MUCH
It was a beginning sound, like an orchestra finding it start, each instrument achieving an evenness of created strength. So was it with the beginning of the storm. A confluence of parts formed overhead, lining up like soldiers on opposite sides, rising quickly to the challenge, breaking silence into a riotous charge. Pieces … More PIECES OF SKY
Labored wipers edge the smooth curved surface with vengeance as the final reach snaps a forceful wet slapping, shoving aside the enemy of night……water. Headlights course heavily through the drops as the beams stretch toward the next curve like a child reaching for candy. Creatures of night absorb the car, hovering over as if … More NIGHT DRIVE
A building torrent of storms forced a crazy going, pushing in and hammering out a day swollen with clouds and wind. A broken night rumbled like passing trains thundering through, heavy with rusted metal, beating a rhythm without equal. Lightening streaked, slamming the sky, sawing the air with bold power, blinding quickly and … More MOVING ON
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
The clean of the rain juiced from heaven. Falling. Dry yields to circled wet. Water shines rust and doors with stains. Weedy city lots. Moist. Damp. Spiny nameless plants stand erect. A stubborn aroma released. Broken bricks, colorless, beaten by time. An open window. A scratchy song finds legs, dancing to the street; … More GUTTER PARADE
Cloud cover and rainy days challenge my wings. I enjoy the change, the rumbling of intention, flashes of heavenly combat releasing mist before it pours. Rain is the old of the skies washing everything new. Like a baby waking, crying over everything, making day come to them. Rain brings up a delirium of … More COME ON RAIN
The sky lay flat, like pressed wet charcoal, the sheen muted as if rubbed into canvas under a heavy hand. There was silence. A pre-turbulent horizon gestating its thoughts. Diseased and sallow mixed. An orchestra waiting for the conductor. The quiet pressed in. Words were ineffective. Comfort needless. The ground underneath felt unsure of the … More SEEK SHELTER
It’s a cleansing a falling of warm comfort or cold for thirst, running from streams to oceans cast down from openings the drops add to earth’s bounty the catch basin never filling or emptying held steadfast by shorelines the great walls retaining the formidable wrath of angry giants searching, hoping for an escape, a way … More SHORELINES
Roger Singer 