Author Archives: Chris Floyd

© 2013 by Chris Floyd

In memoriam Jesse Michael Floyd They named him for an angel But he fell into the fire Now let all his imperfections Be burned away into something higher ….

A Version of Pasternak’s “Hamlet”   The hour is at hand: it calls the actor. The crowd grows still as I step through the arch. There’s the cue: an echo from the future. I must come forth and give the … Continue reading →

This piece was originally written in 2003. Black milk of daybreak, we drink it at evening  –  Paul Celan, “Deathfugue” The children were walking to school. The young people were going out to a dance. The children stepped on a … Continue reading →

In keeping with the spirit of the day, here’s a sketch of an historical love song, drawn in part from certain public events, private affairs and socioeconomic circumstances pertaining in the New Mexico Territory during the last quarter of the … Continue reading →

Thinking on ultimate things, unique and fleeting sparks, and the commonest of fates.

In the end, it doesn’t matter if love comes to you or not, or if doesn’t come to you in the form or with the force you may have wanted. All that matters is that love exists somewhere in the … Continue reading →