John Rogers

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

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