pressed under dunes are ancient paths, rocks and skeletons lying beside evidence covered and then recovered, preserving the voices where they remain absorbed within disorder and perfection, uncaring of seasons, while forever protected within ancient layers
under dunes ancient paths pressed by sand rocks and skeletons lying beside, evidence covered and then recovered, time preserved, desperate voices absorbed, disorder with perfection, void of seasons absent of sounds protected within ancient layers
sleep, the back half of what was, leftovers from today, ghosts of the past stepping through an open door without resistance as the sand underneath changes to water, drowning your breath or pushing you from a rooftop sparing your impact, your death, until repeated another night
a high sun spreading wide like fire within winds baking flat sand lizard tracks and parts of white animal bones the after life in the belly of a scavenger who is always searching for the unexpected or weak waiting impatiently, always hungry
scattered at the crossroads a pair of shoes left without a note plastic flamingos broken bottles cigarettes and a purse cactus cast shadows over sand and rock the sun moves past the other side of barren hills cool breezes give flight to paper plates and red napkins while night blinds the … More THE LAST PICNIC
The books she loved and left behind for me were the beats of her heart scattered randomly between pages were small notes she wrote of love and hate a first kiss lost loves death and pain youth spent choices fire and sand trust tears traveling alone pictures postcards received a diner dreams aging gracefully … More BETWEEN THE PAGES
Broken desires are deserts without souls thirsting for water breathing hot air spread across cruel sands they are beyond faith and prayers like promises unfulfilled slipping through broken fences and over empty lots each desire is a passion of fire the ashes become answers forming a new story
It was a blue without end an opening greater than the sky a place I touched sand and rocks I walked on its where I could run when running away to hide in plain sight while all other sounds were blocked out except the waves I was a spot on … More GREATER THAN ME
A hidden prize under the green blue shifting sand and shells once mountains reduced to dust from waters tossed by storms and seabed’s stretching water speaks with waves, white caps and rushing currents and fingertips of shorelines spreading far beyond the millennial’s their presence a statement of belonging long after were … More DEEP WATERS
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
Roger Singer 