Sometimes there’s not enough words to explain the day. We attempt to create a shape, a revelation between spaces, where a line becomes more than a crease in time. It’s a half note matured and filled with air. The sound bursts into a place not yet traveled. The movement resembles a crusade, a new path … More PLACE YOUR BETS
When you go somewhere as a stranger you can blend in as an unaware traveler avoiding name introduction or needless small talk while roaming unconcerned regarding schedules wearing your favorite shirt and red sneakers free of critical opinion you pass a store window and smile back at yourself then merge with the shadows of a … More TEMPORARY NOBODY
Car lights break onto the road, clearing a path to the next place. Road signs rise and fade. The radio pulses the air, tossing sounds onto passing driveways and street corners; street lights blanch a small circle of temporary safety. Strangers are willows, bending to the course of their travel. They smile without reason, … More HERE TO THERE
The train lunged in and out of order. Heads swayed like displaced seaweed mocking gravity. The stars and moon remained in place. Thick metal wheels turn with conviction. There is no shame for those asleep, leaning onto windows, newspapers for pillows. The miles create a low hum. The engine possesses a pure heart. White smoke … More NIGHT CRAWLERS
He brushed through the shortcut, down familiar alleys, past trash cans and men sleeping in corners. Onto a sidewalk, weaving past suits, hats and shoes; temporary barriers to the right of passage. The song of buses, cars and sirens stir the soup of air hanging over streets. Further but not farther the … More PARTING PLACES
The route begins beyond the next corner; the guardian of travel, a watchtower circling before fires, creating a new path. Every village has desires dampened by lack of challenge; where breaths wait for courage to pass over new found eagerness. A few have conquered the fear, walking into new places, defeating chance, opening … More THE VILLAGE
I just walked into the backside of out. A shadow familiar to me, although the road ahead was new. I took a bus to New Orleans. Open windows, crying kids, two days without a shower and living on crackers and warm beer. The city greets me with a hazy sunrise and the sounds … More THIS WAY OUT
Morning went quiet like angel hands touching the depths of unreleased grief. Outward clouds receded, revealing an Egyptian blue sky. An envelope of breezes slipped with small notice over warm faces. Blond uncombed hairs twist like holiday flags under boughs of summer. Words opened with birthday surprise, fulfilling desires while … More TAKE ME THERE
Fingers tell the guitar man’s story. Puddles are the snowflakes of cold tears. Lost winds brush against willow trees with breezes spinning from the equator. Cold walks. Hard rain. Diners without vacant seats. Neon lights. Trucks pushing a hard dark night. Flannel shirts and too many stop signs. Everybody wants to be found. Open … More SOUTH SOUTHEAST
There is no poverty with adventure when pockets are full of travel. Stories of wide fields with no boundaries wait with expectations; words of surprise fill the spaces between. Morning appears drowsy until the first step, where treasures await and diners serve up fresh warm pie. Heads or tails can point the direction. Rain creates … More ONE MORE BRIDGE
Roger Singer 