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
The desert curls itself up flat at night an uncaring landscape off sand and spiders day’s heat retreats into silence, leaving behind a numbing cold cacti stand guard over nothing snakes slither into holes under useless rocks scavenger animals prowl without much to show the terrain is life without … More STAY AWAY
It was a stampede of wheels into a darkness thick as sand. The temperature sprayed heat long past the drop of sun. Engines like the coyote’s scream bring on chills. The cars race to a spot just beyond the edge of nothing. Wild songs dance with air. Bottle tops rain onto blacktop where rubber burns … More UNCHAINED
Fall back under early stars. The sea moves reflective waves, pulsing onto sand, building like engines of thunderous clouds. Streams of people merge into temporary spaces; strangers on corners, a brief land of shoulders staring straight ahead. A steady rain clears the dust. Afternoon finds a place before dusk. Footsteps continue. Everyone owns a portion … More UNDERNEATH
It was the shape of a special place a noble treasure balanced and simple dedicated plans are released into later resting is an illustrious earning and all pieces are prizes decades have been absorbed here while passing before a straw framed mirror and decorations are of favorite shapes framed photos and vintage sand a … More AT THIS PLACE
A sandy path boarded by rose bushes. A curved half black dome above, painted with stars from distant galaxies. Up ahead, flames from a bonfire beckon us closer. The heat presses us when we are several feet from its heart. Blankets with lovers and friends gather. Sparks explode into cool air, fighting to remain alive … More DANCING SHADOWS
Sea grass waved summer in. The reflection of passionate clouds spread blankets of gray over sand. It was the getaway, where coffee blended with onshore breezes; a flexible landscape with a flagpole. There were gray shutters outlining white trim and a red bicycle with a basket; the objects created art. On the porch, … More THE GETAWAY
Her hand dipped lazily into the fountain. Cloud shadows drifted over the square, shading tourists and children. Summer was yielding to fall. Orange and yellow drinks, wide brimmed hats and tables with lovers settled into a mild afternoon. The woman at the fountain looked up, shielding her eyes like Cleopatra observing a desert of … More CAPTURED IMAGE
The moon pulled the shoreline into low tide, revealing the oceans resistance in ripples of sand. Treasures lay exposed or half buried in wet sand. Seagulls feed on trapped shells. Pools of water hold small fish soon to meet their end. The strand, dry with wild hair beach grass looks down from its headboard to … More WET SAND
We are grains of sand. Marked within the glass. A gathering of what’s behind, out of reach, as one more grain tumbles, brushing against broken thoughts and lies we turned into truth. There are doors we locked and clouds we pointed at; road signs desperate to advise. Another grain of names slips thorough, some forgotten … More UNCOMMON CORNERS
Roger Singer 