J. Evan Rogers
is as he presents himself here–more distracted than determined, more afraid than unscathed. And, just in case you were wondering: no–he most certainly, one hundred percent, beyond any shade of doubt (whatever bland and vapid hues they consist of!), does not wish to discuss camera equipment with you, or anything else for that matter. Unfortunately, that includes Yeats. Thank you for understanding.
Poems
Another Gray Day in Ghost Town
Looking into your neverseen window, you never thought you’d see this–
The Flowers Breathe Smoke to Forget
feelin better yet? (try again)
Haphazardous Road Maps, Rt. 66 ed. (Pt. VI)
and, if you’s a lookin, y’know what you’ll find?
Make the Change/Have a Great Season
Lists for the Listless
Anecdotes
Middle of the Country in the Middle of Covid/George Floyd/Election Summer (2020)
Early Morning Coffee Thoughts
Collaborations
Pages from the Netherrealm that Nevermiss (I.)
