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 high heat pushed roadway lines sideways crowds trample the streets pulled toward destinations in a sea of shoulders fire escapes spread waffle slanted shadows onto faded bricks a radio pushes static into an alley garbage cans release the aroma of yesterday young men rolled up sleeves bright buckles black pocket … More EYES OPEN
the shadow staggers behind out of rhythm humming a song no one ever heard there were times of shadow separation crossing the line a string of walk-a-ways never followed through or followed up and the lack of respect the disinterest toward the shadow spending time leaning, fading back, crossing over or through … More JUST TO THE SIDE
A snake with steel skin. Lights for the labyrinths. The subway approaches the platform. Benches exhibit the stain of graffiti; the concrete floor lay littered with gum spots. A man plays a saxophone. A school group moves through like frightened minnows. The aroma of diesel and damp grime attaches to your skin. There’s a low … More ONE LEVEL BELOW
Roger Singer 