A gauze of filtered light set the pattern of a checkered sun streaming across the table. An uneasy ghost of air plagued the room, circling quietly in an overhead fan then twisting to the floor where it slides into corners, stirring dust and yesterdays webs. A brief summer steals the warmth of August … More INFINITY SKY
The sidewalk is a stream, a playground, an escape without arrows to point the way out. Fallen stars, the scattering of dreamers believing in second chances, light the city at night. Children remain close by, guarded by the fences of stern warnings. Their visions asleep as they accept the ideas of less. Surrounding aromas are … More NOT FAR FROM HERE
Low clouds dampen an early Fall afternoon. Sounds of pigeons overhead and newspapers opening become absorbed into an unmistakable dullness. People hold hands, thanking the stars for dreams coming true. Puddles of last nights rain reflects treetops and corners of buildings protected by gargoyles. The aroma of tar and steam touches everyone passing … More FROM UP HERE
There was a silence unbroken when midnight had passed. The street, the town, all quiet like a rock. Above, a black horizon dotted with unnamed galaxies. I point out the stars with my finger as I surrender a warm breath into a cool evening; it fades slowly while joining dark fathoms. My steps draw a … More ALMOST THERE
The above landscape is a canvas of infinity. A place beyond reaching fingers or the roof of buildings. Curious eyes form a lifetime of dreams through telescopes. Changing seasons expose new borders and positions of the stars. They are constant. Forever appearing. Offering stability to faithful observers. A wealth of beauty can be passed on … More UP THERE
It was good to be back under a night sky where distant stars are without names and dreams appear with ease. Where faces lost in time are hidden behind gauze filled clouds while their voices rise from rivers I crossed in the past. Campfires send of curled leaflets of sparks, blanketing a black velvet … More LAST NIGHT
A meadow of stars shined brightly into forevermore where a a small portion of night was pushed aside into a cold place before darkness reclaimed the sky. I start to count the rubies and diamonds above, surrendering my numbers to the dots pasted onto infinity canvas. The lights of a great city offers … More HIGHWAY SKY
There’s a star up there next to the one on the left. Each night, when clouds find favor to be somewhere else, I witness the diamond chip, flashing its carats into my curiosity. Brighter than backyard lights, higher than my sisters hair, it lounges as if glued just beyond my reach. The perfect … More UP THERE
Downwind crossroads are reckless sacrifices. The opening that appears, like a window half open that encourages. The day was without fences or caution. The curtains on your stage are pulled back, preparing for an entrance. Corridors of thoughts testify the betrayal where the eye opening tracks remain quiet now but stir the air, preparing for … More SLIPPING THROUGH
My blood is dirt. Open crushed ground of footprints. Songs filter through ages of gravel, into stories, forming well worn paths. Ancient voices. Father’s I never knew. Messages on stone; the year of coming and then the last. Brothers, sisters, the images continue beyond the stone, covered below in dark and dust. … More SOMEPLACE
Roger Singer 