WHERE I STAND Since childhood I’ve stood here, looking out as if waiting for something to appear. We are shorelines. Pressed by waves of thoughts, touched by winds of words, yet we feel safe in the safety of an eventide flow. We gather at sunset, remembering farewells while shading our eyes … More WHERE I STAND
SHIFTING TIDES Long thick lines. The gathering of waiting under city clouds. Anxious shoes and a suddenness of delirium stretches like sleep being thrown off. The mumbling mass prepares to strike out on separate paths while considering weighty thoughts; they groan without being heard. The songs of buses and car tires divert a … More SHIFTING TIDES
HEADING HOME Farewell to day. The heat layered high through dawn, spreading wide over spaces where long shadows formed beyond ancient obstacles burdened into place. Night….finally moved in. People casually scattered. Stars opened their windows onto a black sky. The desert diner closed up; its neon’s splizzed out a last drizzle of … More HEADING HOME
It was the last days of warm sand. Afternoon shadows lay long and slender. The sun slipped away a little earlier and the clouds appeared thinner from where I stood. Season change is a transition of the soul, a sacrifice without choice; the end of one, the beginning of another. A rightly authority turns … More TRANSITION
Roger Singer 