We are students on the edge where unedited souls are roots of voices searching for a river to be part of to form a journey of communion to lean away from the failing we tempt mercy under various clouds while resembling a fallen shingle from the sky there is no center … More COMMON GROUND
The vanity of the ground was altered by a morning rain. the meadow trembled under the wetness pulled from the sky a linen gray horizon without sound slept overhead.
We are students on the edge roots of voices found like a river consuming broken unedited souls it’s a journey of communion leaning away from the fall tempting mercy under uncertain clouds while feeling like a fallen shingle from the sky there is no center of regret to rest on only a sharp … More COMMON GROUND
The words spoken were like threads thinning at the elbow, deep thoughts from a cold heart with warm hands a story of the distant from here about adding to the next step after the last one taken speaking darkly about alleys cutting between buildings of memories and voices at the clothesline or the … More SOFTLY WE GO
It was a blue without end an opening greater than the sky a place I touched sand and rocks I walked on its where I could run when running away to hide in plain sight while all other sounds were blocked out except the waves I was a spot on … More GREATER THAN ME
Crossroads provokes idleness back to life perforated clouds bless the land painting moving shadows tickling the infinite underground into jealousy the past becomes reflected on walls of thoughts opening dark caves and mountains missed just up ahead there’s a hole in the sky where kites exhaust the air and lost gloves return … More MAKING A WAY
A ritual with friends, an open meadow under a night sky, lying back tracing stars as clouds divide and uncounted winds slip away we inherit the oblivion, nourishing curiosity as the orbits of eyes absorb the greatness. Slowly, with hesitation, we leave a memory of footprints and the dampness of our words, until once … More GREATNESS
It’s my shoreline. A place of footsteps and whispers, high clouds, blue cobalt skies, forever horizon; it’s a song I live. A moment brings me in, an hour holds me tight. It’s a place without time, without changing, it holds the strength of me. I am the shadow of here. I stand on the edge … More MY ROCK
It was a train in the sky. A thunderous ballad of unscripted percussions of warm and cold colliding; an influence without equal. The oncoming front sounded like a thousand warriors. running hard. Leaves turned over. Windows slammed shut. Animals sought shelter. A sequence of distant low frequency explosions pressed the air. There is no resolve … More FURIOUS
A sandy path boarded by rose bushes. A curved half black dome above, painted with stars from distant galaxies. Up ahead, flames from a bonfire beckon us closer. The heat presses us when we are several feet from its heart. Blankets with lovers and friends gather. Sparks explode into cool air, fighting to remain alive … More DANCING SHADOWS
Roger Singer 