There’s clouds I spoke to, yelled at cried under and stars I confessed the worst of me bouncing prayers off the space between and under moons where useless silver threads failed to drown out the blood of my sins as my eyes suffered sight to see a way through to the … More FINALLY
The world past the front porch, watching the same clouds set in the magic of the sky prayers lift up from swings and wicker chairs escaping through tired screens cars passing know only of roads, the next corner the direction home or close to it train whistles cross over buildings and empty … More SWING ON
A passive silver moon dripped its light through lace curtains into my room the faucet in the bathroom dripped with precise regularity both dripping worlds invoking their presence on me there is no wisdom gained being in the middle listening and watching to the drip, drip from my shelter of awake between … More DRIP, DRIP
Observing the art casually standing lightly combing her hair the painting shouts out creating a mythical character of many faces without fear a champion of gardens the temptress of storms and mid ocean currents her authority stands on the dust within the tiles beneath her the foundation of the colors drawn from them half a … More TRAPPED
Roger Singer 