TODAY’S MASK It stands again. The opening of day. Clothes fashioned in dreams, purchased in the dawn of shadowed choices. We awake in aspirations. Forged in tosses and turns. We fill our hair from a shower to wash the sleep out. We transfer to the towel unused and excess water. The song of … More TODAY’S MASK
MIDNIGHT PASSED My town sits quiet. The sun has bled out. Blinds are tight. Dog chase cats in their dreams. Stop lights blink red. A billion stars hold silent over our spinning planet. Winds have muscled to another place. Cool air yawns onto lawns and weeds. Dew weeps without crying. The history of … More MIDNIGHT PASSED
FROM UP HERE Shadows run charcoal, flat like iron painted across walls as it spills silently onto a fallowed field suffering from a lack of love. A blood sun spreads rivers over streets and sides of tired brick buildings. An emotional wind creates sounds resembling words whispered through fences and back … More FROM UP HERE
A thickness of night. Coolness smoothing over the yard, removing the last remnants of day’s heat; windows shut and sweaters appear. The lakes dark surface humbles even the brave. Inside, cabin lights extinguish like falling stars. Night sounds filter through aged screened windows. The aroma of pine lingers heavy in the air. Soft voices respect those … More I REMEMBER
It was nearly morning. The ills of night slowly pushed aside for the presence of day. Sleep and dreams mended indifferences; the result would be eye opening. The laurels of day were yet to be placed on the shoulders willing to challenge. Time became the perfect order, like an orchestra blending its beginning into … More ONE MORE STEP
A high rigid forest, crowned thick with boughs of brilliant green, lay broad their hands to heaven like wheat fields where breezes melt from blue skies. A small path below, its surface smooth, relinquishes its space to those who pass; their voices and names remain bound in the safety of mossy blankets. Long … More A SMOOTH PATH
There’s a watchman, tired and vain. Hair slicked back, eyes without depth and nervous hands; he proudly sports a flowered shirt. He smiles at the moon, knowing he will never make it to the sky and back. He owns a wrecking ball for the future. Dreams slip out of his room before sunrise. He knows … More SONG OF DAY
Next door. Voices. Curtain shadows without faces. Shirts and dresses in and out. No smiles. No eyes of contact. Front door images jingle keys; a door opens. Fallen branches. A yard of weeds. Soda cans advertise litter. Ten seasons of leaves. Spirits without names. A porch without numbers. Never are they neighbors. … More ACROSS THE LINE
Moonlight has no enemies. It circles around the eye of the earth, showing us the favorite side, reserving its right to be specific without reason. Shadows never speak as they follow close behind, imitating without initiating, patiently waiting for the next sleight of hand or foot. The wind remains new. Inventing paths at … More AROUND THE SUN
I pointed to a full moon suggesting to my cat the enormity of silver so distant favored my yard. The cat yawned with indifference. Its tail providing a half swish, unimpressed with the depths of space or the light it doesn’t need. The fireplace snapped with heat, causing one of his ears to … More SILVER
Roger Singer 