Songs of subways overhead press out the language of day as they weave, screeching the overload in corners, releasing sparks while heads inside sway without control. Shadow art on the pavement below scripts across cars and people, into alleys then splashes jaggedly onto store fronts. The aroma of diesel fuel, creosol, standing water, barrooms, exhaust … More MOSTLY IGNORED
The breath of summer slipped into September as if destined to die. Humid nights where fireflies attack the dark and ocean breezes lifted my hair, stay in August. A bonfire dances flames onto youthful tanned faces deeply absorbed with strength. Porch lights freely welcome homeless bugs while … More SEPTEMBER FIRST
A twist of air boldly pushes past August light; a song of different color; the end of summer. Night air signals the aroma of change. Cooler breezes mark time like a parade turning a corner. No wall of wishes prevents the rolling pattern weaving around me; I am a … More THE NOTHING ZONE
A night song drifted past weeping mid-summer magnolias as it marks a pathways thru cool pockets of air to an opening where voices shadow whisper weaving end day stories to capture hearts. Midnight calls without alarm. Time has no respect. A crescent moon finds space between passing clouds. The field receives a carpet of silver. … More AN OPEN FIELD
On the beach of my life I am young again, standing in the surf, resisting the authority of waves moving with the earth upon me. I am golden without shine, standing under tangerine skies, fearing nothing, commanding the day from my shoreline footstool. I am the history of myself. A legend to no one. A … More GOLDEN
A homeless empty wind slipped the corner of late August, searching for the last remnant of summer, that final breath of warm air. Cool nights marked the end and the beginning of another season. Daylight slowly drained away familiar voices and sounds. The chance of the future depends on the passing of seasons. … More PASSING SEASONS
It’s almost time for the remembrance of summer as cool August mornings signal September’s expectant entry. The air is different, less humid, lacking early blossomed aroma, clear of humid swells that join to your skin with sweat. Clouds appear sharp and flat, thinly spread onto a less than blue sky. Afternoon rains have moved south. … More MAYBE
People shaped clouds form silently overhead as radio voices compete with ocean waves sliding onto timeless beaches. A lounge chair, enameled white, basks pale under a hot yellow star; quartz granules, ergs of broken time lap at its scratched wooden legs. Cigarette smoke circles from pointing fingers. Flying low, a plane pulls a message with … More ALMOST AUGUST
Morning went quiet like angel hands touching the depths of unreleased grief. Outward clouds receded, revealing an Egyptian blue sky. An envelope of breezes slipped with small notice over warm faces. Blond uncombed hairs twist like holiday flags under boughs of summer. Words opened with birthday surprise, fulfilling desires while holding dreams yet released. Sunday … More TAKE ME THERE
Long live that blue 54 Chevy with dots for tails and fancy chrome door handles that slipped your smile back to you with a welcome reflection into a long cushy fat blue pin stripped seat with snappy springs where kids bounced while music played of summer warm and windows were full down letting … More THAT 54 CHEVY
Roger Singer 