A name within dust, like leaves of past seasons, lingers as if turning aimlessly in a stream, trapped in corners of going nowhere. A laboring fan jealously absorbs shadows, twisting the shapes like sheep scattering. A voice, a soulless breath, runs the air in search of a place to settle. Words tumble … More THIS PLACE
Leaving fails with injustice, darkly sounding without color; a hand waves into smooth waters. The price of finding leaves no opening for escape. Long wishes match winters cold. Favor blesses the angels shedding tears. Shadows rich with song resume passions and promises. Ocean breezes are the appetite for great sails. Dreams speak … More PASSIONS HAND
A cast iron sky stretched over uneven buildings and streets where hats tip low and mannequins resemble the living. Quiet thoughts trouble the air. Words twist over the procession of long coats and cigarette smoke; the hard walk of shoes demand a path. Shadows in corners whisper. Curtains hold onto voices, sharing secrets with water … More COLD AIR
I am in the autumn leaves, the aroma of a passing season, the space between lines of days dripping from edges with sounds of violins mentioning my name. All paths look similar, like dream faces pulled from clouds; the sun marks me in the last of warmth. I am somewhere like a bookmark between pages of … More ALWAYS HERE
A homeless empty wind slipped the corner of late August, searching for the last remnant of summer, that final breath of warm air. Cool nights marked the end and the beginning of another season. Daylight slowly drained away familiar voices and sounds. The chance of the future depends on the passing of seasons. … More PASSING SEASONS
A hedgerow opening provides an unscripted path, like a sketch void of color and where footsteps of mist fall like paper ripped from a book. Roots below turn with the passing of seasons. Silent in growth. Solemn, like the bones of names forgotten. Night stars and moon shades slant the shadows of crooked branches onto … More AN OPENING
Roger Singer 