top pocket dreams,close to the heart, paper drop tears on unsent love letters as I look up from beneath at the crossroads of life, wondering from below the moving parts above, in the shape of shadows and whispers, while rose pedals and magnolias drip onto my shoulders with unexpected mercy, placing me within the … More MORE THAN A DREAM
silent wishes inside whispers, unopened presents frosting smiles, festive hats pointing to heaven, where eyes reflect the soul as a chorus of support welcomes all into the center where voices entertain with gifts in story
a thought of ink onto paper casual words in a half shell pushing out rain water from the past stories about stories some greater than before others weak or forgotten as more rain blemishes all it touches even the wings of angels who carefully listen
Rodeo days slip into his dreams he owns a crooked walk from a youth of injuries unshaven a tipped hat frayed collar faithful jeans boots full of stories wrinkles honor him of places forgotten and doors left open dogs watch him without growling as he moves on. … More HALF SMILE
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
A curious wind turned turned the pages living in residence within me paper thoughts and pictures of me tumbled from within as a familiar history unfolded with faces of laughter and others suffering in pain the binding of truth and fiction is strong forming a web holding the center of the story firm … More MY PAGES
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
I fell into the remembers today the how and why the places I walked with voices now removed and stories part and full some not real someone calls my name; no one is there trees and paths know me change moves in and replaces trying to recall works hard the memory threads … More ONCE AGAIN
I settled down, though briefly and had a think, like when water becomes ambient, not warm or cold; placid while reshaping an outcome. It was a must, a brush with orderliness, creating the back end before leading the pen to water. It became a flower moment, an opening as if sun touched, bringing … More CREATION
There is a vision inside of everyone. A vision of something distant from reality, yet persistent, attempting to create belief. A flash of honey sweetens the dreams that we hide in our pillows. Stories tightly wrapped in linen. A fresh song or story taps its way to the surface, turning over the stone of … More NIGHT TRAVELER
Roger Singer 