Author Archives: Chris Floyd

They lined the pit with well-cut planks, and when the body was laid in, they roofed it close with more wood. Then they heaped earth down, to preserve the corpse, worthy vessel of its soul, from rain and time’s ruin. … Continue reading →

You know the cure but you can’t take it. Something blocks you – something, nothing: the slightest, slenderest wall of glass keeps you from stepping out of hell and into the full monty, double-whammy, ding-dong-daddy of life in the world. … Continue reading →

Still standing on that hill, watching our corrupted dreams drive away.

David Kenan (1930-1997). Novelist and essayist. His books include The Intercessor, Stroke of Twelve, Meditational Deities and No Longer Expecting an Answer. Excerpt from Stroke of Twelve: “The place had a river view, the kind you pay big money for. … Continue reading →

Miriam Zacharias. Professor of Astrophysics, Cambridge University. Also author of three volumes of poetry: A Strange Almost, Forever Unremembered, Go to Hell and Kiss Me. “Saturn setting in the midnight sky. Milky Way shifting south with the breeze. Perseids thinning … Continue reading →

Genevieve Daston (1928-2015), Professor of English Literature, Illion College; Blake scholar. Author of The Lost Traveller’s Dream, A Dark Hermaphrodite, and The Moment Satan Cannot Find, among others. “At night before I go to bed, I open the Collected Works … Continue reading →

Louis Bernofsky (1929-2002). Poet. Books include Balzarines, Last Screw, The Usual Plan and his award-winning collection, The First Dead American Whale. 
“I took a wrong turn. I was a lousy poet. I should’ve been a pipefitter, like my old man. … Continue reading →

“Three Spirits.” Ink sketch, digital color.

Where is the ghost in this great misfiring, the malevolent spirit fouling the lines, tying hard knots here, loosing poison there, everywhere constricting and silting up the flow?

The apparition was glimpsed on the far side of the creek. It shimmered in a cloud of strange light, yet cast no reflection on the water. My camera, already set up to capture the quiet morning scene, instead impressed this … Continue reading →