The sky presented an innocent violence. Gray without anger and absent of winds. An unborn ray of sunshine slipped between menacing charcoal clouds; the only light surrendered by heaven. Thunder collapsed above, like the end of all rules exploding. Jagged sediments of lightening expressed shock. The beginning of rain flushed people … More JAGGED LIGHT
The equatorial spin releases warm winds and trailing mists forming erratic clouds amassing into giants spreading over latitudes and longitudes blanketing cities and continents delivering rain and shade forming shadows until the high and thin, flat and long vanish into the air that gave it birth.
A low rumbling, a quiet menace brooding on the horizon. A language of sounds, partial to heaven, bearing ominous clouds above the reach of man. Evil markings retire day’s shadows, relinquishing space to a greater force; heavy weather stirs in eyes gazing upward. Hands cover heads and faces as rain presses the … More HEAVY WEATHER
A spreading sky, gray-lavender, dry and uneven, formed a canopy of thick silence like a storm without wind. Circles of air, twisted vapor ghosts without form rise from prairie sand backyards where weeds fail to grow and old cars find a home. Curtains lip out of open windows, hoping to escape while a windmill spins, … More DUSTBOWL
A centurion wind marched over treetops, touching everything, then slipped away. Fathoms of gray clouds deepened the overhead. Valleys of ruminated mists shaped the sky with inanimate objects. A dull gauzy light stretched weakly onto the ground. A few birds flew hurriedly by. A screen door slammed shut. Yellow eyes of night crept in on … More ALL AROUND
Casual hands fill the void between the eventual start and the beginning of desired direction. We are pieces of land, scattered at the base of gravity. Colored in sections, strong with desire, sensitive to growth. We are casualties of all sizes, knocking at doors, attempting the great things by overcoming the loss. We are the … More TRY THE STORY
Heavy, with the frame of a big man through a crowd, the storm front rolled in like horses running wild. Winds viciously slapped trees, lifting objects weak with weight into the turbulence of clotheslines dancing electric and windows rattling like angry snakes or unburied bones. Doors yielded to great pushes … More RUSTY HINGES
Over the oceans uneven surface the oarsmen strain against ancient currents. Muscles ache with weight and drive. The waves seek dominance on the boats direction, altering the course, only to be set right with flesh and strength. A linen light mist layers on hats and shoulders. A gray leather sky broods above in silence. The … More MEN AND FATHOMS
Rain with feeling sounded on my head, running through my hair, dripping with random lines onto my face, like tears without reason, they course onto my shirt. The ground glistens, painted clean, each object baptized with water; the opening sound of wind builds like an orchestra warming for night. The sky soon reopens with a … More A MOMENT ALONE
A tortuous wind casts gray footsteps over a wide water. Tree tops shake green waxy leaves. A swirl of odorless breezes pushes like fast midnight feet. Fathoms of cool sand hold the shoreline intact. The slip of a curtain wags its tongue through an open window. Children create laughter out … More SATURDAY MORNING
Roger Singer 