The language of fresh cottons snaps into twisting curves testing the soul of sturdy fabrics streaming out with flag blown hysteria. A small wooden pin secures without injury preventing the chaos from escaping into disfigurement on the ground. Cotton favor merges under blue skies and easterly winds striking a beat as the earth … More MOVING
The month of June holds steady the threshold of summer as we move joyously away from winters grasp. The sun sets a late table; evening shadows sharp and long. Fading footprints on the sand possess the dreams of day. Beach roses close out with respect. Day lilies die with night. Screen doors welcome visitors. … More PREVAILING WINDS
Heavy, with the frame of a big man through a crowd, the storm front rolled in like horses running wild. Winds viciously slapped trees, lifting objects weak with weight into the turbulence of clotheslines dancing electric and windows rattling like angry snakes or unburied bones. Doors yielded to great pushes by forceful bold gusts … More RUSTY HINGES
It was a beginning sound, like an orchestra finding it start, each instrument achieving an evenness of created strength. So was it with the beginning of the storm. A confluence of parts formed overhead, lining up like soldiers on opposite sides, rising quickly to the challenge, breaking silence into a riotous charge. Pieces … More PIECES OF SKY
A curtain. Formed white. Soft folded ribbons. Linen eyes lust under the handle of breezes, searching the alley below; considering heavens of gods and men walking. Strong sunlight. Warming rays. A morning of fullness surrounds summers fragrance; tar paper roofs, garbage, stagnant water. The breath of the city. Voices slip from windows. Coughing; … More FROM A WINDOW
The aftershock of the storm left a numbness of quiet. Leaves trembled from remnant breezes. Puddles reflect a sky willing to improve. Cool air refreshed the skin. What was brief, yet boisterous, recedes like smooth water at low tide. The anger within the clouds drifts to a new horizon; distant rumbling like cannons randomly … More THE STORM
Abandoned newspapers jump into flight, cartwheeling over the parking lot, flattened on a fence. Its abstract art of yesterday’s news; the death of a soldier, a circled apartment on East 86th and fifth. A trumpet player joins the wind, flattening out the notes, falling into rhythm, welcoming the noise. It’s a night avoiding … More COUNTING SHEEP
There was a madness within the fire. A casting out of angry ashes, competing madly with explosive sparks, rising rapidly until absorbed into darkness. I sit closer to the flames as the heat drenches my shirt; my back remains cold. The crackling logs sound like fireworks, transporting my thoughts to July 4th watching plumes, stars … More CAMPFIRE
Twisting winds send busy fingers of air between garments hanging damp on the clothesline. Clear cool drips escape from sleeves and thick pants falling like rain; lightly beginning and then ending. Long brilliant white sheets billow and snap, breathing like whips, trapping the air then setting it free. The fluttering cloth sounds like birds passing … More A CLOTHESLINE
The sky presented an innocent violence. Gray without anger and absent of winds. An unborn ray of sunshine slipped between menacing charcoal clouds; the only light surrendered by heaven. Thunder collapsed above, like the end of all rules exploding. Jagged sediments of lightening expressed shock. The beginning of rain flushed people … More JAGGED LIGHT
Roger Singer 