Nestled behind a row of kingly pines a winking moon steps between branches where silence finds comfort in darkened angles and leaning shadows. Jagged lunar light crosses over paths. The wind is silent, adding to night’s strength. I am alighted in the direction of home. My boots press a hymn from the earth. … More I AM NEAR
It’s long and sleek, it’s my 47 black Mercury with satin fingers for tires and manicured white walls breaking through the barriers in every town and over state lines. Bold chrome teeth bite the air. No road is safe when exhaust dusts trees and tilted mailboxes. I got another ride in me, another road to … More CRUISING
It was a day dedicated to high relief, with many paths, chosen and forced; like spiders fleeing heavy noises. Statues watched with granite eyes the song of traffic and voice passing beneath stone arms lined with pigeons, as the faces merge like many streams into one great river. Eyelashes wink at an edging … More THIS DAY
There’s a merging of shadows around the backside of me, positioning to break out and pass to the front with quick steps and nervous breaths. Ships of night line up for the challenge of dreams. Topsails strain at the strength of speed while battling cold steel overcasts attempting to slow the progress forged in the … More COMMON SENSE
I keep meeting myself in circles, bumping into the back of me where I anxiously push but fail to gain passage; I am subject to my slow going A turnstile of arms walls against me. The success of passing one leaves another in the width of my path; always a barrier. The ingredients … More MY CIRCLES
We are water in a great river. Each with a clock buried deep within as we search for a place not yet seen. We move in flocks and herds, down roads without numbers, climbing stairs to doors unfamiliar. There is a calling within a few. A message scrawled on the heart, a word … More RUNNING THE RACE
We are water in a great river. Each with a clock buried deep within as we search for a place not yet seen. We move in flocks and herds, down roads without numbers, climbing stairs to doors unfamiliar. There is a calling within a few. A message scrawled on the heart, a word … More RUNNING THE RACE
The dreams of me chased the years from my paths. Directions wrong turned. The failing of doors to open. Places I should have risen in, claiming the rights of me, applauding with hands upon my arrival. Lights left on. Messages unanswered. Towns without names or faces familiar. The roads I know have beaten their … More CHOICES OF ME
The door was half open or half closed. A silent message of entry or release. Quiet held the air hostage. Outside sounds found another place to speak into day. Moments of decisions gnaw at choices. The whereabouts of capturing a thought or driving it out hung in the balance. Each life walks a line, visible … More SEEDS OF DIRECTION
A wind of travesty pulls at unparalleled corners pulsing under an undecided sky without blue or distance. Fame fleets past, slipping the chains of youth and farewells. I lounge into a chair nearest the door, gazing out to any path with desperate thoughts and empty pockets.
Roger Singer 