There’s an area within for safekeeping. A galaxy of swirling words with orderly presence. It’s a corner where a full moon enlightens the darkness of emotional highways, hiding us safely. A disconnect prevents the unpredictable from overtaking expressions; there are no complaints when we hear only our voice. Every opening song is a … More EVERYWHERE
The crossing of shadows marks street windows with blurred reflections absent of color. Quick steps and shoulders slip the stream. The sidewalk is a meadow of shoes, turning, twisting, scuffed and shined, all with purpose and impatience. The people are a mix of ragged granules; the sands of a city shoreline on the move. Eye … More RAGGED GRANULES
Night pushed in. Cool air brushed over me. Crickets start. Clouds look cold. Shadows fade. Porch lights start. Empty swings. Windows close. A cat sits by the door. A few leaves fall. Toys in the yard. The last slivers of dusk. A screen door closes. Laundry on the line. Baseball on the radio. A distant … More LIGHTS OUT
The month of June holds steady the threshold of summer as we move joyously away from winters grasp. The sun sets a late table; evening shadows sharp and long. Fading footprints on the sand possess the dreams of day. Beach roses close out with respect. Day lilies die with night. Screen doors welcome visitors. … More PREVAILING WINDS
I got the hope of summertime in my back pocket; a nickel worth of dreams next to a half-eaten candy bar. Fast cars and leather jackets. Long lines and chrome from clouds of mercury shimmer down the street. The waves of Monterey scrawl out on a wide sandy shore, whispering names under a … More TALKING TO SHADOWS
Street lights sign in as dusk resigns to darkness. Scattered shadows of leaves dance on midnight sidewalks. Homes sleep in silence. Dark breezes lift curtain edges, creating life from worn cloth. Porch lights dot the galaxy of streets. Picket fences keep strangers away but ghosts pass through freely. A train whistle, distant yet sharp, bleeds … More MIDNIGHT
The black and white photo is indifferent to color. The sharp exposure of gray shades and shadows creates the imagery of strong lines, breathing alive its characters into a vibrant stillness while crossing over and beyond the boundaries of color. Eyes reflect thirst. Hands speak of hard work and hunger. Every object is the … More MY PHOTOS
I got the hope of summertime in my back pocket; a nickel worth of dreams next to a half-eaten candy bar. Fast cars and leather jackets. Long lines and chrome from clouds of mercury shimmer down the street. The waves of Monterey scrawl out on a wide sandy shore, whispering names under a … More TALKING TO SHADOWS
Nestled behind a row of kingly pines a winking moon steps between branches where silence finds comfort in darkened angles and leaning shadows. Jagged lunar light crosses over paths. The wind is silent, adding to night’s strength. I am alighted in the direction of home. My boots press a hymn from the earth. … More I AM NEAR
There’s a merging of shadows around the backside of me, positioning to break out and pass to the front with quick steps and nervous breaths. Ships of night line up for the challenge of dreams. Topsails strain at the strength of speed while battling cold steel overcasts attempting to slow the progress forged in the … More COMMON SENSE
Roger Singer 