14 Years
From 14 years ago… to now.
I haven’t seen or heard
Cornfield Chase
There are songs that don’t just play
they pull you backward.
DEAD LINE
Out here
the road forgets its own name.
Dust hangs in the
Temporal Homesickness
Sometimes it arrives quietly,
like a faint song drifting from another room.
Afternoon Spring Ride
I pushed off from my driveway the moment my thumb tapped START
Measured Lengths
Under this cathedral of glass,
the sky hangs low and colorless,
a
Between What Was And What's Becoming
I am living in the hallway of my life,
not the room
Stereo
I always believed life wanted company
a second set of ears,
a
Coming soon
This is Liminal Quill, a brand new poetry site by John Rogers.