before counted time there was death where dreams cease like a broken branch nevermore to leaf the moon and stars care not the sun passes over the clouds and winds prevail while the spirit crosses a river or into a light those remaining shed tears washing out their souls remembering the last … More TO THE END
The moon a legend in the sky a face to talk to a light to cry under a beacon for our paths alongside rivers shorelines and late night sidewalks we observe from here at the basement of gravity a beauty that haunts us.
It’s the pause between that stiffness of silence a moment caught within a second of time when rivers of thoughts flow back upstream overflowing the good intentions bringing out the uncomfortable the ugliness of softness the hate hidden the affection afraid to release into troubled air as nothing changes and … More SPEAK UP
We are students on the edge where unedited souls are roots of voices searching for a river to be part of to form a journey of communion to lean away from the failing we tempt mercy under various clouds while resembling a fallen shingle from the sky there is no center … More COMMON GROUND
We are students on the edge roots of voices found like a river consuming broken unedited souls it’s a journey of communion leaning away from the fall tempting mercy under uncertain clouds while feeling like a fallen shingle from the sky there is no center of regret to rest on only a sharp … More COMMON GROUND
He was a mountain of few words a river flowing through the house, mostly out. Conversations were awkward creating uncomfortable moments, too many to count. His love was his work a place he escaped to without guilt of leaving those behind, considering it his duty; I knew he would rather be somewhere else. He grew … More MY FATHER
Leaves arrange for night, the aroma of dark green stays close to the branches crickets capture a cruel cadence velvet breezes close the roses and day lilies reed tops lightly rustle a sandpaper hymn fireflies light a path to the nearest screen door flashing creative energy everything is painted with … More A GENTLE END
Open boxcars men failed at chance broken families seasons to forget miles separate the pain turned up collars faded jeans empty pockets soft eyes yesterdays meal from garbage cans behind a diner at a river town bayous and bridges sand and deserts push on engines running hot grease and creosote luck long gone past … More RUNNING AWAY
A hidden prize under the green blue surface shifting sand and shells once mountains now reduced to dust from agitation of waters tossed by storms and stretching seabed’s the water speaks with waves, white caps and rushing currents the fingertips of shorelines spread far beyond millennial dates their presence is a … More DEEP WATERS
Moving water of silence its depth moans sinking then rising swirling in masses MASSES CURRENTS the strength of currents push the millennial face of continents and unclimbed abysmal mountains stirring continental shelves with deep expansions and then yawing into canyons relocating waters roiling under smooth surfaces whispering beware
Roger Singer 