A blue sky yielded to layers of Ivory clouds. Flat and useless the Heavy air absorbed sounds; the pleasure Of the afternoon was washed away. Newspapers lost their crispness. Words fainted between people due to dullness in the air. Birds halted flights, retreating to thin curtains of shade. There is a memory of times like … More THE UNEXPECTED
The sudden transfer of stillness; the opening of morning. Flowers standby. Curtains hang around with anticipation. The air is pensive, waiting for change. There is a serious and relaxed atmosphere between what we are encouraged to do and that which is tried. Night is the salesperson for day. expressing support for sunrise as night … More RISING ABOVE
Drunkards of broken clouds wept onto night and those without hats. High winds forced bullets of rain to windows like snapping fingerprints only to slide with gravity onto the sidewalk below. The ground drank eagerly at first until soon gorged, directing the runoff to every low point where a rising began. Clouds continued … More TOO MUCH
The weather sounded on the rocks. Waters rippled over deep currents as voices of land moved, grinding out the textures of highs and lows. A blue glass sky covered wide prairies. Rains baptized mountains into valleys. Clouds stepped long shadows over ravines and gorges and then moved in directions yet to be named. … More TIME STARTED
A vine of words, green and waxed full spring from his talking. He stares at the sky, never tired of dark blue, the unlimited wide space where he reaches a hand toward it. A subtle breeze from behind touches his hair, lifting an edge, disrupting order without his notice. Cloud shadows form … More STRENGTH
Mornings incense warms the day. A rising sun thirsts for heat. Dawn becomes a memory vapor. Warm catches out day as breezes push through branches, sounding like children singing. Warring heavens of blue and black shadows descend like bridges over day’s shoreline as the warm and the voices yield to tides of dusk. … More TIDES OF DUSK
There is a beautiful between sunset and the pulling arms of night. Where a whisper breaches the veils of soft light and willow branch lips release satin thoughts. Turquoise eyes swim in the wander of catching shadows while we stand under a failing gray sky, listening to quiet. A ballet of hands dance … More ONE VOICE
A low rumbling, a quiet menace brooding on the horizon. A language of sounds, partial to heaven, bearing ominous clouds above the reach of man. Evil markings retire day’s shadows, relinquishing space to a greater force; heavy weather stirs in eyes gazing upward. Hands cover heads and faces as rain presses the … More HEAVY WEATHER
A trench coat wrinkled with age; rusted buckle, miles sewn to the breast. Lost loves covered by a thick sleeve. A roaring dungeon of dark winds; angry lions scrapping heavens floor. Deep pocketed hands; fingers clenched toward unmerciful giants. Shutters rattle; the song of emptiness. Branches creak like … More ANGRY LIONS
Highway papers scatter the road. Yesterday’s news pressed against the inside of a factory fence. The sky is rose red. The air is moist. There are no songs but the wind gusts a tune. The clouds resemble casual caring hands, resting like sleep while building silently into towers over a landscape full and willing. A … More REPLENISH
Roger Singer 