forgiveness looks back from the mirror with half smiles, like the lesser wings of angels it’s the time lost, the unscheduled acts of life, trapped in water, with the allure of youth washed out in scars and wounds wrinkles unstoppable speak a visible war of seasons in constant forward motion … More A MIRRORS VOICE
escaping the fire the inside burn of scars sharp word blades wounding bloodletting as courage lines up within marching against rising tides and the instruments we fight a lesson of learn and recover watered over smoldering without damage
The alley weary brick lined its surface scarred the aroma of dampness lingering waits expectantly for its fraction of sunlight never enough to heal the sordid lingering air like sidewalks wide streets or parks where children play the alley is the center between buildings holding out for a few angled moments
He touched the side of me ocean eyes looking up from a gray face the alley was his home shadowed under day pulsing at night across his face a twisted scar of courage and half of the right ear missing he circled me shoulders balanced not a sound from the paws he was … More THE STRAY
Railroad Avenue. Cinders and broken glass. Warm engines blowing smoke. Old men with hats, suspenders, stained work boots and pants. Great stories of Louisiana bayous, marshlands, mountains and oceans. Empty freight cars transporting lost souls and homeless dreams. Wooden platforms, benches carved with names. Trackside families. Steady work. Scars and sweat. Creosote … More MEMORY GHOST
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
Roger Singer 