Sometimes a desert a dirt road off the highway a carpet of sand lifeless weeds twisted barbwire arroyos, tumble weeds and road signs shot to death wishing for something new doesn’t exist here no prayers or supplications on this level ground of desperate and forgotten speak of this place with respect its revenge … More BACKUP
A cool skin night. Wood smoke. An outpost called a diner harbors evening spirits resting between points at a highway turnoff. Exiled souls from other places stare with deep nostalgia of where they should be. Few ever break the cycle of bleary eyes and dark roads. A stitching of alignment bonds the strangers. They eat … More CLOSE THE DOOR
He was a standing man of stone. An iron gate fixed into ground. In his eyes was a tempest of seriousness. Hands calloused from years of grappling with building and tearing down. His shadow moved under the caution of direct intent. He smiles infrequently, only when mentioning his son. He carries a newspaper, his contact … More RESPECT
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
There is a rent paid over oceans and mountains. An act of homage and humility in the breath of seasons where impartial acts always remember the order of respect. It’s the covering of grief. The answer to prayers. The sound of delight, though too much is just too much. It has a song. … More RESPECT
Roger Singer 