A Cloud of mists. Vapors without faces. Cars make time over bridges, shuttling the masses in and out of order. Complaints rule within the swirl of thoughts. The tongue wags tirelessly for some until it turns black. The engine of day corrupts all who pass over the river. Seldom the sun shines everyday. We rely … More ITS A START
The river has a voice, secured within the constant flow as it passes the factory. It remembers the first block set as the cornerstone. The steam from engines great and small. The windows and chimneys. The bricks and grease. ….and the men wearing overalls sweating over iron, the gold for cities rising into … More STILL THERE
FROM UP HERE Shadows run charcoal, flat like iron painted across walls as it spills silently onto a fallowed field suffering from a lack of love. A blood sun spreads rivers over streets and sides of tired brick buildings. An emotional wind creates sounds resembling words whispered through fences and back … More FROM UP HERE
There’s a shifting of power within the rivers down under surface. Where waters of no visibility present a flotilla of movable parts making their way downstream with the occasional restriction in the pathway to the ocean. Portions of land, homes, docks and various twisted debris move in silence and unbalanced order. Trees tumble and … More TO THE OCEAN
I just walked into the backside of out. A shadow familiar to me, although the road ahead was new. I took a bus to New Orleans. Open windows, crying kids, two days without a shower and living on crackers and warm beer. The city greets me with a hazy sunrise and the sounds … More THIS WAY OUT
Over hanging branches with fingers of moss drool onto a brown fat lazy river. Mud soft edges sit rich with ooze, tempting to touch, warm with patience. A yellow roaring sun growls hungrily pressing green stems to wilt in prayer. The voice of flow rumbles deep, muscled strong while passing through. … More WIDE BROWN RIVER
River drive. Radio talk. Dashboard lights, yellow signs, curves up ahead. Falling rocks, hidden drives. It was Saturday night. The clock says one. Been driving to clear the space in my head. Free my feet into go. Nothing to do but drive. No telephone poles. No lights. Houses dark with sleep. A few stray … More RED LIGHT
A river is a mountain of energy. Its appetite to reach the ocean. The river is a highway pulling with it silt, leaves and parts of trees. On occasion the river reaches out. It’s watery fingers possessing what it wants. Quietly it moves, pushing over and carrying away the life and love of everything in … More EVERY RIVER
Beams and bolts of a bridge spread shadows like chestnut trees onto the stark Riverside Diner. A brown river flowing smooth like chocolate swirling in cups rumbles deep to the ocean. Men with hats, herringbone coats and leather gloves find comfort on wooden seats; rugged and sure. Cigarette smoke crawls freely from … More RIVERSIDE DINER
Waves of wind. Thoughts pulled and pressed between sheets of cool air circle over the river while slowly rumbling its volumes of silent vortices slipping past the sleeping city. A flat placid surface hides the depths of its power, the fathoms of tangled trees, layers of silt and leaves and voices of lost souls. … More THE GREAT CIRCLE
Roger Singer 