The favor of rain washed the city. Wandering masquerades of hats and umbrellas blossom the storm. Vehicle horns curse the air. Sewer covers are the genius of casual art work. Steam pipes eject from below the devils exhaust. Puddles reflect the sky, passing tires shatter the image. Linens smoothly wave themselves dry. A cat warms … More A FULL WASH
His rhetoric magnetized ears to listen. The words were a broadsword to the mighty, pushing against the gravity of their jealousy. His thoughts never rambled; holding course like a meridian or constellation. He declaimed with authority, luring listeners, seizing on the interest of their desires; the sun and moon filled his pockets. Morning moved … More RELEASING
Into the desert. Road signs peppered like a wasteland war. The air is solid with evenings coolness stepping in. Jack rabbits feet sing out an escape, hoping for luck. A lunar terrain, scattered with hungry plants and starving weeds. The sun fell into a distant comfortable corner. Stars hold their distance, offering an occasional … More PASSING THROUGH
The desert is a departing thief. Black and white forming faint shadows while breaking away an afternoon sun into night. Billboards stare back with origami eyes, glaring with silver lights onto roads running to the edge of the earth. Continuing with a deeper falling, we feel upside down as if a herd of … More FURTHER AWAY
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
The long and short of the past pulls at the soft undercurrent of hard tales exposing the haunting of our hallways. We try to separate the pain, dripping the soap of half-truths onto the dirt, reducing surface tension; don’t be the first to throw a stone at sin. High tide doesn’t blame the shoreline … More HOLD BACK THE STONES
Bring on the ancestral winds, the colliding of clouds with thunder rolling and breaking into silent valleys and the souls of weak men. Let the deep of the deep surface, Let it breathe to the top and bring with it forceful sounds and the wet of rain and clean satin moisture promising to wash city … More CLOUDING UP
He dressed roughly, like a storm shaken tree. His corners were unbroken. A long step claimed his ground. Short salt flavored thoughts watered his words with meaning. Work was his passion. There was reason with his plans. Quality is the art he perfects. Concern speaks from his eyes. He rises before the sun, claiming each … More A FOREST WITHIN
Wind has no face though pushes leaves and flags into submission. The sun loves not but warms like arms at journeys end. Rain has no soul yet baptizes with tears from weeping clouds. Clouds drift without weight though beat lie hammers in muscled storms. The moon floats silent pulling oceans with … More INVISABLE POWER
Alone, The field absorbs a tree centered In the middle of its earth where roots spread like children’s arms desperate for a parent as the waxing of leaves welcome an early sun during glacial changes of seasons until finally the waxing of last fruits and leaves yield to a first frost of life suffering the … More CIRCLING AROUND
Roger Singer 