by Roger Singer  

A passive silver moon
dripped its light
through lace curtains
into my room
the faucet
in the bathroom
with precise
both dripping worlds
invoking their
presence on me
there is no wisdom
being in the middle 
listening and watching
to the drip, drip
from my shelter
of awake
between a poisonous
preventing sleep


An oar digs into
still waters

every place has a name
a making to be found

water circles the ankles
a baptismal washing
into beauty
the opening of the eyes

we eventually discover
the end of the road
back where we started

the first breath relived
the last one a story
inscribed on the
heart of stone


The hawk
fearless aerial
a solitary soldier
conquering the air
circling silently
feathers against the sky
bending into
the curves
observing the ground
one within the
patience unequaled
dutiful to
hereditary and family
owning the
right moment
descending with
accurate speed
securing the

ability to succeed

About the Author:

Dr. Roger Singer has been in private practice for 38 years in upstate New York.  He has four children, Abigail, Caleb, Andrew and Philip and seven grandchildren.  Dr. Singer has served on multiple committees for the American Chiropractic Association, lecturing at colleges in the United States, Canada and Australia, and has authored over fifty articles for his profession and served as a medical technician during the Vietnam era. Dr. Singer has over 1,000 poems published on the internet, magazines and in books and is a Pushcart Award Nominee.  Some of the magazines that have accepted his poems for publication are:  Westward Quarterly, Jerry Jazz, SP Quill, Avocet, Underground Voices, Outlaw Poetry, Literary Fever, Dance of my Hands, Language & Culture, The Stray Branch, Toasted Cheese, Tipton Poetry Journal and Indigo Rising, Down in the Dirt, Fullosia Press, Orbis, Penwood Review, Subtle Tea, Ambassador Poetry Award Massachusetts State Poetry Society, Louisiana State Poetry Society Award, Mad Swirl Anthology 2018.