Author Archives: Chris Floyd

About Chris Floyd

Tennessee. Moscow. Oxford.

Joseph Hart: ‘These Blues are Just Like Love’

“Joseph ‘Slow Dog’ Hart, Knoxville blues singer (1897-1955). He spent most of his years as a street singer, with occasional gigs at house parties and bars. But in 1947 he had an unexpected success from a one-time recording session with … Continue reading

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Dry Martini with a Heartbreak Chaser

“Dry martini with a heartbreak chaser. St. Valentine’s Day, 1954. Geno’s Place, Hoboken, New Jersey.” Pencil sketch. art and text by ©2019 by Chris Floyd

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How quickly Greenland is disappearing

“Johnny Marsanne, performance poet focused largely on ‘found poetry’ from various media. The poem below is from his most recent outing, at the ‘Alternative Currents’ poetry slam night at Grover’s Pub, Allentown, New Jersey.” How quickly Greenland is disappearing water … Continue reading

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14 Seconds for the Soul to Burn: The Additional Thing

“‘The Additional Thing’ (below) was the final poem written by American poet John Turner Wiley before his death at age 66 in a 2007 car crash in the Blue Ridge Mountains.” Pencil sketch. The Additional Thing It takes 14 seconds … Continue reading

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Anthony Alexander: like Petrograd in fevered flow

“Anthony Alexander, American poet and essayist (1925-1987). Like his friend and contemporary James Baldwin, Alexander spent many years in Paris, where his work was published in influential literary and political journals. His books include Not This One, Ricorso, and Homage … Continue reading

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Film noir moments: “Backstreet Frenzy”

“‘Ain’t you cops got nothin’ better to do? Haulin’ us in for what? Smoochin’ under a streetlight?’ The arrest of ex-working girl Wanda and her n’er-do-well boyfriend Clovis sets the pair hurtling down a dark spiral that leads to robbery, … Continue reading

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The Translation

When she was younger, she loved him for his body, and for her body. In a cloud of hormones lit by bolts of giddy neurons, in the freshness and chaos and newness of everything, everywhere, inside and out, she saw … Continue reading

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