The air had an aroma of mischief, unshaven faces, sweaty collars, dancers and players all fashioned under a darkness, rising in song, raising with voices the chance of a gathering on red dirt roads where magnolias steal the senses and whispers rule the night while fingers become the language under stars without names and in … More MISCHIEF
Ain’t it grand? muddy waters, delta deep, catfish frying, jambalaya boiling, sugar cane bending from warm thick passing, southerly breezes. Ain’t no denying music in the soul, gotta get out past mamma Jem into icy pans where beers waiting and whiskey calls with cool drops to sooth my hots. Girls deep dancing, and … More AIN’T IT GRAND
He came from no place good; unpaved roads lick his dusty feet. Magnolias fold at his passing, mourning his loss and without. There are no warnings within him. No trappings snare his feet. His words are swollen streams, turning violent winds into jazz, soaking faces with song. He’s been … More BREATHING GRAY
Spring awakened a morning of blossoms; the evidence of night color drained like a moon governing tide. Low on a magnolia tree, at the crossroads of branches, a flower, no less strong in color than those canopied above, spread its paddle fan pedals richly in pearl and pink. The approach of a late afternoon sun … More MAGNOLIA CHARM
A smooth river. Rich banks of sand. A log without roots loitering far from home. Tree dripping moss. Snaking branches. A dirt road. A home at the end where I live. Trees boasting gnarled thickness. A deep legacy. Vines with fingers. Leaves with eyes to the sun. Ghosts at the gate. Leaves of autumn lay … More A DEEP SOUTH
Roger Singer 