Zakariah Johnson
Zakariah plucks banjos and pens horror, thrillers, crime fiction, and other "pulp" on the banks of the Piscataqua. Repeated themes in his stories involve class struggle, body horror, and the proper bonds and limits of loyalty. Having done everything short of holding a steady job, he has paid the rent at one time or another as a newspaper reporter, commercial fisherman, mink rancher, bartender, archaeologist, busker, and other things, sometimes successfully, sometimes as what is kindly called a learning experience.
He tries to write the stories only he can write, stories combining these and other observations. As an anthropologist, student of the human condition, and the progeny of cannibals, he believes that if we are ever to be saved, it will not be through technology, wonderful though it often is, but in spite of it, as we struggle together to create new ways of living our best lives, both alone and collectively.