It was an occasion for suspicion a strange arrangement searching for a solemn confession among a pastel of voices like the comma between two good thoughts of invading serpents and invading dreams where the best of plans are assembled for a traveler born wounded to find a way under a keyboard of passing clouds
A guitar with a sad sound creates a shadow with a soul a spirit song blending within the air in a room on the second floor overlooking traffic where the usual stick figures battle below within the stream of unremembered faces lacking interest yet directing themselves forward to the store or the corner some returning … More SECOND FLOOR
There’s an element of searching a strong unwritten text reminders of miracles wasted in an alley or a hallway without lights where vapors dribble out confessions like the street artist with a crooked crescent smile chalking his drawings providing them with a soul and eyes that follow and a woman silent … More SIDEWALK AFTERNOON
Coasting on the thought highway searching for someplace else the chance to belong to soften the stubbornness of a granite heart it’s a wintry night in summer while considering weak memories under cloudy skies a full darkness holds the safety net where dreams are stolen from shadows as we try to breathe life … More FINDING A WAY
A secret word passing within the in between like smoke drifting through an alley or the shadow of an angel crossing over the stillness defies gravity opening like a day lily providing an inward glance of the sought after the searched for the thought captured for a brief second …its all that’s … More A SINGLE PLACE
At the end of the earth there’s a diving board where grieving souls and soiled hands search for security and a higher calling there comes a realization there are no road signs or directions but the hope there’s a safety net after the jump
A song of night the slow creep of cars heading for the next town and wayside roads where broken hearts gather at an empty desert gas station someone reads “The Howl” out loud the fear and dreams we live up to bus driver’s work the road curious eyes imagine the release of … More CRESTED LIZARD
The sun clipped over the tops of quick moving clouds, creating a running shadow over me as it sped ahead searching for a finish line. I ran with the hope to catch it, when another caught me from behind. It’s a day without rain. Geese are heading north. Blossoms expand. I stand in a soup … More JUST AHEAD
It’s a song for the night. The slow creep of a high tide as the last car heads for the next town. Wayside diners and broken hearts gather on empty at a desert gas station. Someone reads The Howl out loud; it’s the fear and the dreams we live up to. Steel mills steam alive … More CRESTED LIZARD
Roger Singer 