Praying
there’s a falling
of the moon
in the alley between
red brick
buildings
touching mumbling
corner souls
with skeleton eyes
and hollow answers
praying for angels
and a bowl of
anything
My Fingers
growing with me,
pulling, pushing,
welcoming, clapping
fixing my hair
like brushes, creating
faces and fences,
moving tears
touching water
clay and sand,
wandering,
waving goodbye
tapping out beats
without names
pointing, suggesting
always moving
Dr. Singer is the Poet Laureate of Old Lyme, Connecticut. He has had over 1,150 poems published on the internet, magazines and in books and is a 2017 Pushcart Prize Award Nominee. He is also the President of the Shoreline Chapter of the Connecticut Poetry Society.
Magazines that have accepted his poems for publication include Westward Quarterly, Jerry Jazz, SP Quill, Avocet, Underground Voices, Outlaw Poetry, Literary Fever, Dance of my Hands, Language & Culture, Adelaide Literary Magazine, The Stray Branch, Toasted Cheese, Tipton Poetry Journal and Indigo Rising, Down in the Dirt, Fullosia Press, Orbis, Penwood Review, and Subtle Tea.