Author Archives: Chris Floyd

About Chris Floyd

Tennessee. Moscow. Oxford.

Second Sight

O days when the world was fair and strange, and strange stars blazed in the Southern night. Ghostly scent of pine from the canopy shrouding the encampment; strange landscape, strange birds, unknown back home, smoke rising from half-extinguished fires. These … Continue reading

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Against Despair

MANY THINGS ARE POSSIBLE Not everything. Not paradise or perfection. But many things. Better things. Clearer, deeper ways of seeing. Richer, deeper ways of being. Many things are possible. Despair is a disease spread by the powerful, like smallpox laced … Continue reading

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Electric Light Comes to Moscow

At midnight, not a flicker; it’s still burning, blank and unobtrusive on my desk. No presence to be taken in or tended: a flame that’s conquered night but lost its breath.

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Yesterday We Found It

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

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“You know the cure…”

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

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Viewing “Shampoo” 41 Years Later on Election Night 2016

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

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“Three Spirits”

“Three Spirits.” Ink sketch, digital color.

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