It’s a wilderness upriver where sounds become trapped and lights attempt to block out the fear of night. Loud music dispels the spirits of silence while gossipers gather in corners overlooking their own sins; a few of the faithful squeeze some sense from a hymnal. A smokescreen of shadows suggests the passing of anxious … More DOWNTOWN TURNING
Dusk crushes into night. The infinity feud between two mighty forces colliding within the silence of millennial shadows. There is no youth about them or age slowing their pace. They are constant, claiming common territory to the custody of their charge; never speaking, they own the respect. Within the realm of universes there … More ANCIENT
Hallway footsteps create a sad rhythm. Neon lights break over cracked linoleum. The elderly carry groceries in a cold wind; their facial wrinkles are road maps of experience. Young people speak of someplace else. They gather under stars of tragedy, dreaming in black and white; visions unworthy of being in color. Their lives grasp … More SOMEWHERE STRANGERS
Years hold the pictures as youth fills in where legs ran forever; trees envied the quickness. Warm days touch the side of faces; a silent act of unconcern. Empty chairs hold the shadows several times removed; their song is a story of before. Fondness eventually waits for no one. The clock of seasons protects its … More A PATH THROUGH
It reminded me of a glass floor. Where the walk was careful and steps were applied lightly. There was a common passageway of knowledge. Absent of detours. A place where the brave refuse to rest, like unbroken thoughts of youth; deep breathes full of life’s long roads. Boundaries refrained from become reduced, yielding to the … More MOVING THROUGH
Separate hands. Divided tracks expressing the battle within. Musical fingers, the dance of a tapping theory. Deep roots of song flush to the surface; a dilation is then quick to expand. Drums beating out thoughts pause then continue, marking paths to an immediate change; the impertinence of youth is an undeniable salve. Dancers … More OPENING NIGHT
I feel the melancholy in the youth of my legs. The missed chances to run while entertaining too much rest; my past indifferences plague me. I remember when I challenged the wind, claiming no defeat or tasting the vanquish of second place. I open to the fondness of fleeting victories, savoring the memories that are … More OVER AND AWAY
I felt the water clock hold sentence over me. Dribbling out good, bad, indifference and sincerity. Its pendulum was silent, though refreshing me with reminders like a mirror reflecting the truth. Every experience has weight; the winning, losing, success and luck. We balance them until it tips. The result of results are unspoken for. … More END AROUND
A thickness of night. Coolness smoothing over the yard, removing the last remnants of day’s heat; windows shut and sweaters appear. The lakes dark surface humbles even the brave. Inside, cabin lights extinguish like falling stars. Night sounds filter through aged screened windows. The aroma of pine lingers heavy in the air. Soft voices respect those … More I REMEMBER
Youth is a river of cascading hair, tumbling warm and rich like wheat fields under the timeless clock Of summer. Every day was long on light. We jumped into green emerald waves and then rolled in golden sand, sparkling with flecks of mica we appeared as heroes under an blue infinity sky. Sneakers were … More SUMMER LIFE
Roger Singer 