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 | 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...
