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...
by Steve Rogoff | Feb 6, 2019 | Travel & Musings
There’s a caballo in my fridge. I tired to get away from it. I wasn’t even going to admit it to anyone, but it’s all I can hear, in the game, on the TV. Real Madrid is playing Girona. And the word is like a hammer on glass, a dripping faucet in the...
by Steve Rogoff | Dec 1, 2018 | Travel & Musings
There is a fist of reef that grips the island’s shore that I have come to know. It sits between two rivers that spill their silt and centuries to the sea, their channels that cut like bookends around a library of words. It sits like a crown of coral and stone, sweeps...
by Steve Rogoff | Nov 16, 2018 | Travel & Musings
My kids make fun of me every chance they get. Not that there is anything unique to that claim. Kids have been making fun of their parents for 1.8 millions years, when the first Homo erectus pre-teen grunted mockingly at his dad’s failures. Is that pile of sticks...
by Steve Rogoff | Sep 25, 2018 | Travel & Musings
These memories are not mine. Yet they define who I am. I cannot tell one from the next, what’s real from these dreams. They are all gilded in the same gold, their insides all scripted in the same looping scrawl. And all I can do is stare at this jar, guess at the...
