by Steve Rogoff | Mar 19, 2020 | New Medicine
Life as I knew it changed when I wrapped my knee around that tree, exactly 3 weeks before the first two Coronavirus cases hit Kauai. “I need your help,” I yelled, with more panic in my voice than a good dad would want his son to hear. The boy unbuckled my snowboard’s...
by Steve Rogoff | Feb 22, 2020 | Short Stories
They put my dad in the hospital last night. I saw the missed calls on my screen before breakfast. It was our last morning at Cousin Brad’s Mammoth house which is closer a chalet, the kind of ski cabin the 1% enjoy. After seven days of...
by Steve Rogoff | Aug 21, 2019 | New Medicine
I’ve never seen so many hangers. Plastic triangles of pink and blue, white and tan, grey and pink. Or maybe they’re too dark for pink, would that be fuchsia or, better, mauve. Scattered within are a few strays, braided metal from a time foregone, bronze wrapped...
by Steve Rogoff | Apr 28, 2019 | Travel & Musings
The silken skin of my seven year daughter has taken on the warmth of this bed. I pull her tight and form my body to hers. I pull the comforter over my shoulders. She has curled around it like a sea snail through the night, pulling my edge...
by Steve Rogoff | Feb 26, 2019 | Travel & Musings
The desert sky is on fire and my flight leaves in two hours. Like so many realizations that come too late to be of use, perhaps this is not the best time for suitcase shopping. I struggle with the beast’s retractable handle, pushing the button, leaning...
