Claudius Reich

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Excerpt

Late at night, the skyscrapers dance. It is useless to try to document it, as the buildings, like dancing princesses, will always step back into their accustomed places just in time. At the end of the night, the Transamerica Pyramid leads a procession across the Financial District, genuflecting and making offerings in the same half-dozen spots. The end of this pilgrimage is thought to be the site of a building not yet extant, one awaiting the construction techniques that will allow it to be built. When it rises it will pierce Heaven, and angels rain down like calendar pages.

Bio

I'm an aging Bohemian, and live in San Francisco. I'm a hermit, a text whore, a geek, a slacker, and a malcontent. I attended Clarion West in 2003.

Publications

I have a story, "Fragments of a Barbary Coast," (which received an Honorable Mention in the last YBFH) in the group chapbook The Paramental Appreciation Society. I also have essays in the odd-numbered issues of Morbid Curiosity Magazine and in the books Lend The Eye A Terrible Aspect and Death's Garden from Automatism Press. You can also read "Snowdrift," an early story.