Street people sing the change cups full. They dance without care, laughing wide and loud. They search for the weak, catching their eyes, reeling them in; the uninvolved walk and avoid. The corner becomes a one ring circus. Traffic releases thunder. Children point. The elderly understand the caldron of poverty. Midnight ends the show. A … More RINGMASTERS
It was a beginning sound, like an orchestra finding it start, each instrument achieving an evenness of created strength. So was it with the beginning of the storm. A confluence of parts formed overhead, lining up like soldiers on opposite sides, rising quickly to the challenge, breaking silence into a riotous charge. Pieces … More PIECES OF SKY
A building torrent of storms forced a crazy going, pushing in and hammering out a day swollen with clouds and wind. A broken night rumbled like passing trains thundering through, heavy with rusted metal, beating a rhythm without equal. Lightening streaked, slamming the sky, sawing the air with bold power, blinding quickly and … More MOVING ON
The aftershock of the storm left a numbness of quiet. Leaves trembled from remnant breezes. Puddles reflect a sky willing to improve. Cool air refreshed the skin. What was brief, yet boisterous, recedes like smooth water at low tide. The anger within the clouds drifts to a new horizon; distant rumbling like cannons randomly … More THE STORM
The clean of the rain juiced from heaven. Falling. Dry yields to circled wet. Water shines rust and doors with stains. Weedy city lots. Moist. Damp. Spiny nameless plants stand erect. A stubborn aroma released. Broken bricks, colorless, beaten by time. An open window. A scratchy song finds legs, dancing to the street; … More GUTTER PARADE
Cloud cover and rainy days challenge my wings. I enjoy the change, the rumbling of intention, flashes of heavenly combat releasing mist before it pours. Rain is the old of the skies washing everything new. Like a baby waking, crying over everything, making day come to them. Rain brings up a delirium of … More COME ON RAIN
The sky lay flat, like pressed wet charcoal, the sheen muted as if rubbed into canvas under a heavy hand. There was silence. A pre-turbulent horizon gestating its thoughts. Diseased and sallow mixed. An orchestra waiting for the conductor. The quiet pressed in. Words were ineffective. Comfort needless. The ground underneath felt unsure of the … More SEEK SHELTER
OVERCAST Behind cloudy burlap curtains, heaven hides a sun, its color bathed out from sight. Puddles reflect the figures of a passing sky. People with coats and hats dampened take great steps like giants walking under the protection of trees. Windows reflect buildings and faces, open fields and homes without … More OVERCAST
TEN SECONDS A distant rumbling amplified the silence around me. My breathing roared within me. I whispered lightly, making sure I wasn’t deaf. I held my breath and then released it into ambient stillness. The clouds possess a cotton smoothness. The leaves appear asleep, unconcerned for impending winds and rain. I feel insignificant at the … More TEN SECONDS
An encampment of thunder breathes boldly nearby, announcing its presence like armies marching on cobblestone streets wearing tin hats and garbage lid shoes. A salvo of explosions beats out a rhythm painting the sky and land with sound releasing the rain and a cold cutting wind speaking the language of turbulent power while claiming the … More THUNDERING
Roger Singer 