A curious wind turned turned the pages living in residence within me paper thoughts and pictures of me tumbled from within as a familiar history unfolded with faces of laughter and others suffering in pain the binding of truth and fiction is strong forming a web holding the center of the story firm … More MY PAGES
A great wind like the son of a hurricane stretching before landfall befell on a grand tree of long life and shadow falling into the limbs of its equal laying across its arms like a wounded soldier still full and alive but slowly bleeding the overgrowth of the underbrush below welcomed its eventual descent … More OPEN ARMS
Water filled words the start of growing dripping thoughts shadows looking for a shape to become a sound it’s the last part of the best the chance to explain and the reasons lost from silence the half note becoming complete the message received the gold of knowing the walk not alone the story … More OVERFLOWING
It’s the center of this and that a beginning sound a chance waited for full of hope with few answers a youth of energy believing in innocence while wondering about shadows and where they sleep at night its where we wish to return the place we thought would never leave while we … More BRING IT BACK
Shadows crest softly onto treetops where slivers of dusty light drift to the forest floor the moons proud side full of fluorescence melts to the surface forming sharp angled irregular pools of light exposing moments of resting life its reflection, a silent intruder is unequaled
The world past the front porch, watching the same clouds set in the magic of the sky prayers lift up from swings and wicker chairs escaping through tired screens cars passing know only of roads, the next corner the direction home or close to it train whistles cross over buildings and empty … More SWING ON
It was a like a movie of memories an afternoon of family pictures unreeling reflection shadows rainy day card games the aroma of cut grass, all reminders of heaven without sunshine and how time cruelly changed leaving some behind while unfolding others stiffly like a washed shirt on a winter clothesline … More CLOCK ON THE WALL
A wedge or orange waits for morning fingers a black cat at the screen door; a pinch of salt over the shoulder same radio songs weather changes clouds always appear last patch of snow in the shaded corner of the shed a few buds up high on trees thrive where sunlight … More WINTER FADES
A secret word passing within the in between like smoke drifting through an alley or the shadow of an angel crossing over the stillness defies gravity opening like a day lily providing an inward glance of the sought after the searched for the thought captured for a brief second …its all that’s … More A SINGLE PLACE
The noise of previous shame arises without notice without explanation without a name it’s the bell that cannot be unrung the water that pushes us uphill it compresses the heart with uncertain destiny releasing to the surface the dog days of every season it takes great energy to suppress and smooth the … More WHY ME
Roger Singer 