There’s a moment of shade for everyone. A chance to reflect familiar breezes and places of safety integrated from youth. Deep nostalgia draws exiles of thought searching for an outpost nearby, though just out of reach. It’s the thread left behind. A footprint of passage, the search to discover the end where there are layers … More SURVIVING
There was an unwillingness of movement. A stretch like tree tops in a tempest. A few indistinguishable words slipped clumsily into the air. The visions were intangible; the ones you think you touch but fail to feel. It was a spirit dream, a celebration of aesthetics. A temporary creation of interior thoughts like running … More OPEN UP
I settled down, though briefly and had a think, like when water becomes ambient, not warm or cold; placid while reshaping an outcome. It was a must, a brush with orderliness, creating the back end before leading the pen to water. It became a flower moment, an opening as if sun touched, bringing … More CREATION
A subtle word resembles a glance of thought, slipping past like sweet breath of liqueur. Resting back, a Roman blue sky fills the bowl above, averting the eyes from gravity, admiring the wide color. If rumors develop, they are deposited in a glass jar of gossip where they ferment, unless deadly spoken sins … More FINDING RIGHT
Sometimes there’s not enough words to explain the day. We attempt to create a shape, a revelation between spaces, where a line becomes more than a crease in time. It’s a half note matured and filled with air. The sound bursts into a place not yet traveled. The movement resembles a crusade, a new path … More PLACE YOUR BETS
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 through the procession of long coats and cigarette smoke while the hard walk of work shoes demands a path. Shadows in corners whisper. Curtains hold onto voices, … More COLD AIR
It’s the anxious part of me, working to find a home for my thoughts. Cataloging single words while they circulate like carousel horses waiting for the run to the barn; verses change the menu of how I speak. I avoid the company of well wishers, praising the moment, ignoring the spirit. They feast on … More MIGHTY STREAMS
Broken letters. The unfashioning of words scattered on the floor; thoughts rejected, names forgotten. Jumbled letters; a game without love. Static angles breaking out of paragraphs, swept into piles, filling buckets, thrown to the wind where letters from lost words find new air, breathing life from the incorrect.
He possessed great words. Blocks of released thoughts, the granite of wisdom. His words took flight, escaping the boundaries of conversations, creating a new understanding between the lines of ordinary sentences. Like spring blossoming, he opened the pedals of stories, heating the imagination, striking the iron of curiosity. His posture presented authority. His tone … More FULL FLIGHT
Words tumble. Catching one out. Proving a point or wounding a heart. Dark storms brew within the thoughts. Like a rising tide flowing out quick to sooth or heavy with pain. In the corner of the mind where shadows whisper, comparing and dissecting ideas and dreams preparing a path for words going out. … More BUILDING BLOCKS
Roger Singer 