There’s a shadow in the desert; secrets under the sand and a moon encouraging worship. Winds from a distance, unwanted and cold. Creature side tracks scatter to survive. Everything that breathes must be strong; life is the gold of survival. A forbidden land. Wide boundaries. No fences. Safety is unknown. Water escapes the lost. Crying … More DESERT MOON
Sealed within the envelope of night is a common indifference. Shadows appear equal. A corner musician pulls at the strangers eyes. Coins in the hat drinks for a night a city bus with sleepers roars by. Skelton road crews work for food. A walk between the avenues, neon signs wave welcome subways rumble below, buses … More MIXED AND EQUAL
Dogs barking, children in an abandoned lot. Their game interrupted by a dispute. Small towns hold its players close, leaving little room to maneuver away from the center. Girls look at magazines, shopping for images. Young men sweat with strength, struggling with self as they search beyond the package of where they are. An old … More WHICH WAY
I am a prisoner of dreams. My thoughts, stripped from time, drift me into shadowed corners. The gray and white melt from day, opening at night where eyes are teased by desert spirits. The rocks of memories are filled with ancient colors. Rivers pull at me, oceans lick my ankles. My voice is underwater, agonizing … More UNDERWATER
Just past midnight there’s a revival of stragglers and empty pocket musicians at a corner diner where the boisterous aroma of grease and burnt toast fill stagnant air. Writers with frayed collars, artists wearing scuffed shoes and actors not yet acting sit on red vinyl seats around black formica tables. There is rebellion in crooked … More OPEN FOR A CHANCE
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
The piano room was a glass slipper waiting for perfect hands to free the sound. Sunlight through the curtains spread a yellow pollen-like glaze over the furniture. Books lining shelves resurrected the curious. The room possessed an unexplained magnetism. A place for the temporary soul to embark on an expedition of heart. A grand oriental … More WAITING
From the feather edge of thoughts, stewards like marching memories stand red brick building firm. I see the common space between here and there; a sliver of everything important. I sense the layers removed. There is persuasion when the untold surfaces of common spaces, rehabilitate gray skies into the summer of youth Breezes find … More I HEAR THE SOUND
There was an unwillingness of movement. A stretch like tree tops in a tempest. A few indistinguishable words slipped clumsily into the air. The visions were intangible; the ones you think you touch but fail to feel. It was a spirit dream, a celebration of aesthetics. A temporary creation of interior thoughts like running … More OPEN UP
There is no relief when regarding the loss of time. Festivals pass without notice like nameless night trains. The moon offers no concern for words and unkempt phrases. Seasons are unacquainted with your sorrow or joy, or the bruises received. Whispers and half closed eyes remain suspicious in the deepening fray of night when your … More WASTE NOT
Roger Singer 