a stretch of clouds created for a brief moment a perfect opening a separation of white and gray a gift of silence revealing a distant blue ceiling mostly unnoticed until… the clouds quietly reformed into a white flat unbroken carpet
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
There was a narrow reason to mourn a cerebral molting spread over partly framed orderly opinions he was a recluse of twisted dreams pure with talent a personal connection to the souls of interest within his circle he formed a texture of words weaving clouds into reality rain washed him, arms … More WARHOL GONE
There was a narrow reason to mourn A cerebral molting spread over partly framed orderly opinions He was a recluse of twisted dreams pure with talent a personal connection to the souls of interest within his circle He formed a texture of words weaving clouds into reality Rain washed him, arms … More GONE
It was a drama unfolding, an energy of words on the attack, like a fountain of urchins catapulting in air creating and irregular sky. Abstract people shapes resembled stick drawings waving hands and arms like newspapers going aloft; creatures of thought, working the stream. There was no refuge from the granite of opinions, as the … More MY POINT
It’s where the earth intersects with clear geometric lines. Grand dominant swaths of fields flowing with wheat, gold and majestic, swimming lazily under a deep blue sky. Oceans of wheat, their tops waving in rhythm toward a distance far beyond. Buried deep below are the remnants of ancient rivers and lakes, feeding to … More AMBER SEAS
It was a canvas with voice. Tight and constrained. Earth supported with a dampening sky. Gold leafs brightened from a silver candelabra. Birds cold gray and three flowers in need of water. Shadows from a forest with blue trees. In the center a precocious muse. An expression to beguile those with whispering gazes and questions. … More MUSE
There was a caution in the air. A thin front of yellow yielded to heavy black layers of a disruptive sky crawling menacingly above. Thunder sounded from the hands of trauma, releasing repeated detonations. The calm surface air quickly became an unlikely opportunity for safety. Nature began to carve out its design of strength in … More ALMOST OVERHEAD
Ripples of shadows crossed the field, like racers to the finish. Birds of all sizes cut corners above the willowy weeds. Moths dared themselves into the air to a line of trees. A thin dew spread evenly over leaves and brush. The change from day to dusk moved within the sky. Small creatures scurried swiftly … More EVENING CANVAS
IT’S COMING There’s a change developing without permission. It alters life and space. Oceans, sky, and rivers all submit to the oncoming of seasons. Summer is the briefest of children, Fading in the infancy of its beginning. Warm air and onshore breezes tease us between showers. Fall changes green into orange … More IT’S COMING
Roger Singer 