A cast iron sky stretched over uneven buildings and streets where hats tip low and mannequins resemble the living. Quiet thoughts trouble the air. Words twist over the procession of long coats and cigarette smoke; the hard walk of shoes demand a path. Shadows in corners whisper. Curtains hold onto voices, sharing secrets with water … More COLD AIR
A gauze of filtered light set the pattern of a checkered sun streaming across the table. An uneasy ghost of air plagued the room, circling quietly in an overhead fan then twisting to the floor where it slides into corners, stirring dust and yesterdays webs. A brief summer steals the warmth of August days with … More INFINITY SKY
I was pleasantly caught under a raining of leaves while on a back road. A burst of turbulent winds stirred autumn leaves into flight, sounding like bagged rattlesnakes striking to be free. Orange-rose colored leaves abandoned by summer, touched by frost, slipped their base, tumbling randomly to the ground. The air quickly cools as prevailing … More PREVAILING WINDS
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
A wind voice caught me out, scratching my window, drawing on the glass with wet finger branches. The sun in on vacation. Somewhere behind cumulous mountains, shining elsewhere on children and cats. Winds buffet in an attempt to separate what man has built. Gray scud clouds slip the wetted land. Puddles reflect between ripples a … More SKY SHOW
There was an assembly of winds colliding silently within the mists of one another. Gray steel clouds disappeared then quickly reformed into an angry turbulent sky. Fields of turned soil blackened over like early night when shadows fade in the presence of half light. A crumbling sun slipped from view, proving boundaries have no limits … More UNCHALLANGED
The sound of newness lingered. The stem of an autumn leaf resisted its position of a summer passed. Voices within the winds slipped over branches like silver moonlight defying the eye of morning. August roots fail against the appetite of September and the cloak of October. Cool winds move in, forcing doors to close. The … More CHANGE
The wind lightened my sleep into awake. Its voice slapped branches onto my window, scratching at me to get up. A lazy sun gathered a rising strength in the background with blue and crimson clouds, suggesting rain. Leaves brushed into thousands of sounds; music of rubbing and snapping, an orchestra of nature calling. Window edges … More EARLY WINDS
A seclusion moon splits between clouds, sheading onto flat fields, fence posts and tombstones. A feather soft wind song plays the leaves. Birds cease their inflight bickering. Stars reflect around the edges of sleeping lily pads. A prevailing mist covers everything like gauze, draping over stonewalls and stiff brush topped ferns. The echo of an … More COLD HANDS
Heavy, with the frame of a big man through a crowd, the storms front rolled in, like horses running wild. Winds viciously slapped trees, lifting objects to weak with weight into the turbulence of electric clotheslines dancing and windows rattling like angry snakes or unburied bones. Doors yielded to great … More RUSTY HINGES
Roger Singer 