Emily Rodgers is a Pittsburgh-based adjunct English professor at AI, Duquesne University, and the Community College of Allegheny County. Outside of her role as an instructor, Rodgers is a musician who is both singer and songwriter in Emily Rodgers Band. She has been praised by NPR All Songs Considered, The Pittsburgh Post-Gazette, Burgh Sounds, Pittsburgh City-Paper, and Tribune-Review. During our interview, Rodgers talks about balancing life as an instructor and a musician, a juggling act that is no easy task for the faint-hearted. To find out more, visit http://www.emilyrodgers.com.
You had me at Hello. You caught my eye, drew me in, and wooed me with your brilliance. I can’t help the way I feel – alive, inspired, and drowning in your colors. Top photo: Purple Flowers in Seattle, WA Bottom photo: West Hall at CCAC
Photo: Blue Lady Location: Downtown, Pittsburgh Photographer: Ariana Nelson
Photograph: Fog Location: East Liberty, Pennsylvania Photographer: Ariana Nelson
Frühling des Bedauerns Come back to me, I Simply couldn’t see, blind The arrant symmetry, You Were my everything. You opened me, sigh To the endless sea, I Simply couldn’t breathe, When you looked at me. We broke apart, You And your paper heart, grew Like frosted grass, Love I ruined you.
She’s sure he didn’t mean to call her boring He was probably joking, even. Yet, as he turned away from her And announced it Loudly to the small audience of their friends, She felt a little piece of herself chip, A small sensation she has come to recognize As her feelings being hurt. She sat there, hands clasped in her lap, And waiting. And waiting. She hopes he will say something to her Take notice, care. Yet, all she want is to leave; she wants to cry. She wants to cry.