Originally from Louisville, Kentucky, Chris Milam currently resides in the bucolic wasteland that is Middletown, Ohio. He’s a voracious reader, baseball junkie, and a charming, delusional, moody introvert who rarely strays far from the couch. Solitude is his religion.

Why he writes: to heal, to forget, to explore, to understand, and to appease the demons crawling inside his head.

He’s been nominated for Best of the Net, Best Small Fictions, and the Pushcart Prize.

He also cries during The English Patient, coffee is his lifeblood/life partner, and validation from others is his drug of choice.