Author Archives: Roger Wright

For these two spirits, it could be any year. They were the loves of some other life. But It was always, every year, in the sticky spattered rainy heat of late August that they’d both come back and take their … Continue reading →

In the dream on this early August morning of his birthday, Dad was standing next to the water. Smile beaming. He was younger than I am now and he was looking both straight at me and also off in the … Continue reading →

Homeless, Steely Dan. “And every word we sang was true” Continue reading →

Jose left El Salvador in the jungle moon night after the Sandinistas killed his father defending a houseful of family. Because Jose was next on the list. So he followed a dark river into Guatemala, then a trail of every … Continue reading →

A tired grey morning rain, boarding the elevated train in Chicago, reaching up to grab the strap, standing shoulder to shoulder. She shoots a fast glance as the train lurches forward and our shoulders touch. Decides I’m safe. Leans down … Continue reading →

  Paul Gaugin is the white haired gentleman hit by the light on the left. His shoulder to the camera.  Arthur Wesley Dow is in the white hat, sitting behind the table on the right. The rest? Who knows. And … Continue reading →