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
Willowy tall palms bend with resistance under a byzantine blue sky The fragrance of changing tides and salt air stir summer with youth and stories Sand is the celebration of a movable graffiti. Ivy and roses stretch over a fence, attracting children and angels There’s nothing regrettable about summer its evenings … More GIVING IN
I got a cloud over me, that’s probably over you where shadows join us as one. There’s a pardon in the shade, a fellowship bound like the roots below my feet. An offering of words, full of vegetation, planted in the garden between our ears. I remain strengthened that summer follows spring and vacations set … More SOFT WINDS
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
I remember the shadows and the long arms of equal strength. I see the smiles and pain and the seasons passing. The voices stream out into a river of noise until I hear the one voice I’m looking for. The thoughts provide a salve of healing. There are scars, but no longer visible. The … More A COTTAGE SONG
There’s an area within for safekeeping. A galaxy of swirling words with orderly presence. It’s a corner where a full moon enlightens the darkness of emotional highways, hiding us safely. A disconnect prevents the unpredictable from overtaking expressions; there are no complaints when we hear only our voice. Every opening song is a … More EVERYWHERE
The crossing of shadows marks street windows with blurred reflections absent of color. Quick steps and shoulders slip the stream. The sidewalk is a meadow of shoes, turning, twisting, scuffed and shined, all with purpose and impatience. The people are a mix of ragged granules; the sands of a city shoreline on the move. Eye … More RAGGED GRANULES
Youth is a river of cascading hair, tumbling warm and rich like wheat fields under the timeless clock Of summer. Every day was long on light. We jumped into green emerald waves and then rolled in golden sand, sparkling with flecks of mica we appeared as heroes under an blue infinity sky. Sneakers were … More SUMMER LIFE
The month of June holds steady the threshold of summer as we move joyously away from winters grasp. The sun sets a late table; evening shadows sharp and long. Fading footprints on the sand possess the dreams of day. Beach roses close out with respect. Day lilies die with night. Screen doors welcome visitors. … More PREVAILING WINDS
A morning’s mad swirl in the heavens opened to an infinity blue sky. The suns hardened steel and lack of compassion spread a wide blanket of heat. Dogs sought shelter. Umbrellas create a walking shade. Dusty curtains attempted to block the incessant light. An army of sunglasses walked tormented paths. Everyone feels the growth of … More THE HEAT OF IT
Roger Singer 