flames of messages hand prints speaking from the wall about a life walk down narrow alleys past back doors loves left behind storms and sun sleepless nights trials and errors while searching for a destiny above the scatter leaning toward the shape of how it is to be greater than the … More THREE LEAF CLOVER
before counted time there was death where dreams cease like a broken branch nevermore to leaf the moon and stars care not the sun passes over the clouds and winds prevail while the spirit crosses a river or into a light those remaining shed tears washing out their souls remembering the last … More TO THE END
scattered at the crossroads a pair of shoes left without a note plastic flamingos broken bottles cigarettes and a purse cactus cast shadows over sand and rock the sun moves past the other side of barren hills cool breezes give flight to paper plates and red napkins while night blinds the … More THE LAST PICNIC
black and white photos of my youth under a dominant sun with uncombed hair barefoot open shirts dirt roads to beaches bridges and paths to discover before porch lights snap on and bonfires send sparks to heavens floor
eventide appeared its calmness balanced between back and forth waiting for a command a higher power stars and moon and maybe the sun to exact the perfect template a framework of directions unspoken unrehearsed a play performed on the world stage unimpeded mostly unnoticed until it begins to move as it always … More JUST BY CHANCE
A shred of sunlight a mystery rising without song halting dreams for another time eyes open like day lilies testing morning you get in the car go beyond where you should be under approaching clouds and the edge of limits pushing hard stirring the dust past words like “come back”
There’s a silhouette a side shadow brave with image soulful and longstanding motion expressed with well spoken words hat tipped blocking the sun providing shade for eyes of reason at the edge of a clear stream he stands expecting great things from a cast into swift waters ripples over rocks … More WELCOME BACK
Shadows crest softly onto treetops where slivers of dusty light drift to the forest floor the moons proud side full of fluorescence melts to the surface forming sharp angled irregular pools of light exposing moments of resting life its reflection, a silent intruder is unequaled
From the fires comes the soil of independence a revolution of being disconnected resisting the effort to conform just to exist while the street calls for a voice and the paper for a pen desire hopes for the stars to align, discovering the balance under a full moon
The desert curls itself up flat at night an uncaring landscape off sand and spiders day’s heat retreats into silence, leaving behind a numbing cold cacti stand guard over nothing snakes slither into holes under useless rocks scavenger animals prowl without much to show the terrain is life without … More STAY AWAY
Roger Singer 