by Steve Rogoff | Aug 21, 2018 | All Bleeeding Stops
Rob paused at the door, a formidable mass that divided the universe from his world. He looked up at the carved inscription on the enormous slabs, DEUS CARITAS EST, worn but still discernable over the centuries that divided the men who carved them and the man who now...
by Steve Rogoff | Aug 11, 2018 | All Bleeeding Stops
I’ve been trying to not be a doctor ever since the week before medical school. California raised and schooled, I’d squeaked into the University Of California, San Diego in the waning hours of the summer of 1994, weeks before matriculation. I remember the call home...
by Steve Rogoff | Aug 9, 2018 | Travel & Musings
July 28, 2018 — We descended upon the surfing town of San Sebastian from the Western slopes of the Pyrrenes after a 6 hour car ride from Barcelona. We had rented a Fiat station wagon in the city after we learned that apparently people reserve trains earlier than...
by Steve Rogoff | Aug 9, 2018 | Travel & Musings
After all, it wasn’t impossible. Ruben grabbed the pen out of my hand, the glowing lantern casting his hand’s shadow as monstrous on the blue tent’s walls. Next to the lantern, wiggling his legs and wriggling on his back, a half-fried cicada screamed in...
by Steve Rogoff | Jul 27, 2018 | Short Stories
It had been eight weeks since my return from the jungle. I had gone there to study the Kandikachaki, one of the few remaining tribes who still believe in the spirit god Santinakucha and, as far as I knew, the last to practice the release. I had lived amongst them for...
