A quiet horizon slowly absorbs a flat bronze evening sky, its edges melting into a dusky mist. There were no low rumbles or gusts of wind or clouds forming and reforming; a weighted silence pressed down onto a solemn ground. It was a moment of looking up, Wondering what would be next. Preparing … More NIGHT QUIET
He walked with a heavy step like a giant over autumn leaves. His eyes were hard on the path, avoiding dead ends and blind corners. He murmurs prophecies, steamed to the surface from past vowels wasted on youth. His strength is formed strongly in posture and self confidence; pillars stretching over years. He enjoys gray … More HEAVY STEPS
The window releases a gasp of inside life, of half voices and doors closing. Delinquent sounds muddy the outside. A car radio lips out a samba, entertaining tapping fingers and flowered dresses swaying. Casual clouds, rugged images cast to the street, sliding into alleys, covering the homeless. Café tables stream with words … More RUGGED IMAGES
A yellow porch light Dotted with The past lives of Insects Casts a weak Weathered haze Onto a green Screen door Where voices Whisper out Into the openness Of cool air. Inside lights Speak shadows onto Walls As plates retired From dinner Swim with silverware In the sink. A rocking chair Meters out … More WHISPERING VOICES
A thieving light slipped through open curtains, laying quietly on the floor. Dawn rises out of gray canvas shadows. Silhouettes of outside enter the inside without a key. Slowly the time clock of a new day announces to the willing a call to arms; a message without alarm to invest with a challenge. … More LEFT BEHIND
He knew the around of the block. His city in a square. He recognizes sidewalk cracks, stains from blood and stores still offering candy for a dime. He claims the lights on his corner turn green with his snap, even beggars know him by name when shipments are in town. Some friends are memories … More BACKSTREET SHADOWS
Mornings incense warms the day. A rising sun thirsts for heat. Dawn becomes a memory vapor. Warm catches out day as breezes push through branches, sounding like children singing. Warring heavens of blue and black shadows descend like bridges over day’s shoreline as the warm and the voices yield to tides of dusk. … More TIDES OF DUSK
The moon dripped silver, bleeding through scratched windows, dusting the yard, drawing the eyes upward into favorable suspense. The moon is the bride of night’s sky, a lover in plain sight with enormous arms for sharing, Unless restrained by clouds. The moon creates dreams while teasing the curious to gaze up innocently, unconcerned with time. … More MOON TIME
The back stairway was a passage, an eye opening ritual of shadows and whispers seeking shelter behind a familiar door. Cracked plaster and numerous unknown stains are illuminated by a single light, its wire descending from a dark ceiling, faintly showing the way to go. It was a space without quiet, a conduit from here … More TRAVELERS
Cruel splashes of blue neon lights curiously push into an open apartment, window to where a man sits looking out. Below voices of strangers pass on the sidewalk, their shoes tap and scuff to the corner where they blend into traffic. Music lightly filters up. A warm breeze touches the arm of the … More OPEN WINDOW
Roger Singer 