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The Beach/Mark Rogers

 


photo by Mark Rogers



The beach in Rosarito was different at night—another world. The crowds were gone but even in the pre-dawn hours there were still pockets of people with bonfires blazing red against the black ocean. In the shadows, dogs nosed through mounds of garbage left behind. Whitecaps shuddered in on a regular basis, reeking of raw sewage.

                                                                                   

From my novel Hold Fast


MARK ROGERS is a writer and artist whose literary heroes include Charles Bukowski, Willy Vlautin, and Charles Portis. Rogers lives in Baja California, Mexico with his Sinaloa-born wife, Sofia. His award-winning travel journalism has brought him to 56 countries. His crime novels have been published in the U.S. and UK. Uppercut, his memoir of moving to Mexico, is published by Cowboy Jamboree Press. NeoText publishes his Tijuana Novels series and Gray Hunter series. You can reach him at markrogers627@gmail.com.



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