seclusion is my inspiration of alone unbroken time, a silent bloom to create, construct and listen to winds and waves while considering the advice from clouds under a galaxy of private space with incense of thought filling corners, walking over crossroads
I sense a stranger a cloud without a name half light the other gray no voice to introduce the spirit without a smile, coat, or hat as it enters my thoughts like a midnight diner person, sure footed, a table in sight, back to the corner watching for misplaced stragglers, loners and those wanting … More MINDFUL VISITOR
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
Back roads of dust break into my dreams, dividing me. I fall into waters of the past; temporary ground with shallow allotments of time. Like ships running aground, I relive fleeting sections of thoughts wrapped in vines of voices. It’s all a stage of featured impulses holding center court, like lyrical messages on the shorelines … More INTO THE CENTER
I settled down, though briefly and had a think, like when water becomes ambient, not warm or cold; placid while reshaping an outcome. It was a must, a brush with orderliness, creating the back end before leading the pen to water. It became a flower moment, an opening as if sun touched, bringing … More CREATION
Waves of words press against change, pushing relentlessly uphill, gaining two steps behind forward. Like clouds boiling out, releasing fingers of long rain. Tension is a moment of unwanted paradise. Voices rise within a stream of indifference; there are no two sides, only one is always right. A walk of thoughts becomes a river, a … More OPEN DISORDER
From the third story window, traffic below releases a voice. The aroma of warm asphalt, oil and exhaust rises into the space between tired buildings. People imitate the ants below their feet; swerving to avoid contact. Passing anger remains concealed within; learned by everyone to survive. Eyes gaze from open windows, scanning the streets and … More OPEN WALK
Beyond the next minute, prodigal thoughts recreate avenues of traveling words. All second hand messages are burned; ashes of vulnerability swept over the edges. Angry hands anxiously record the moment; nervous legs anticipate. The aroma of the story are spice trees for the reader. Words stand trial. Judgement opens quietly. The energy of success swells. … More A COVERED RELEASE
It’s the anxious part of me, working to find a home for my thoughts. Cataloging single words while they circulate like carousel horses waiting for the run to the barn; verses change the menu of how I speak. I avoid the company of well wishers, praising the moment, ignoring the spirit. They feast on … More MIGHTY STREAMS
A signal without an arrow pointing from an unspecified corner. Choosing not to speak is the language of the curious; the absence of shoes limits the desire to go. Something eventually brings us to the edge, where the precipice creates a sickness in our knees, fearing the fall and the bottom. From here, … More OPEN FOLDS
Roger Singer 