A blue carbon sky. The appearance of cold metal pressed between heaven and the dust of nameless souls. Ocean winds press the corners of waters, exciting foamy waves while washing glass thin over rocks and fallen branches. Long thin gray clouds, fingers without hands, stretch like spilled arrows pointing to no place; they fade without … More A FAIR DAY
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
Day sheds its skin. The low bass of time moves daylight to its end. Streets open their hands to my arms and feet. Low light. Last light puddles. Dusk coughs a last breath. Night paints faces with shadows. Windows shut. Whispers find corners where promises are broken. Hats tip and collars rise. A cool breeze … More NIGHT WALK
Day sheds its skin. The low bass of time moves daylight to its end. Streets open their hands to my arms and feet. Low light. Last light puddles. Dusk coughs a last breath. Night paints faces with shadows. Windows shut. Whispers find corners where promises are broken. Hats tip and collars rise. A cool breeze … More NIGHT WALK
Gusts of air. Turbulent waves, hot and steam filled, rush like running thieves up the subway stairs, circling her hair, teasing the ends of morning care. Her gum snaps like frenzied whips, keeping time with stories she shares. Turnstiles twist like fallen windmills releasing the aroma of rust and useless oils; a fine baptism of … More ANXIOUS EYES
Roger Singer 