Author: Heavy Feather

Side A Flash Fiction by Keith Woodruff: “Thunderstorms 101”

Thunderstorms 101 That red alert dot on your weather app? That’s us. As a couple, we’re textbook toxic. Our bitter resentment and anger churning up the atmosphere. Expect torrents, damaging winds. Lightning, striking thrice times in some cases. We’ll pick our teeth with the wire bones of your Walmart umbrellas. We have a chemistry, but…
New Flash Fiction for Side A: “dangerous humans” by John Sara

dangerous humans The newspapers will remark on how he was born just before Christmas; December 24, the time doesn’t really matter. His mother, a Catholic, will visit a psychic for reassurance. The old woman will tell her only great men are born so close to Christ. She will take this as a sign of his…
Original Side A Flash Fiction: “Plugs” by Sudha Balagopal

Plugs Years ago, ahead of my work trip to London, you went to RadioShack to purchase the type G plugs needed in the U.K. “Must you insist on this much preparation?” I asked and you raised your brows. The plugs had three rectangular prongs, different from the ones we use in the States. “The Brits…
Nonfiction Review: Kristen Hall-Geisler Visits D. Harlan Wilson’s Kubrickian Filmind Strangelove Country

I was having dinner with a few friends, bookish cinephiles all, so I mentioned that I was reading D. Harlan Wilson’s Strangelove Country. I explained the very basic premise of the book: four of Stanley Kubrick’s films—Dr. Strangelove, or How I Learned to Love the Bomb, 2001: A Space Odyssey, A Clockwork Orange, and A.I.…
Poetry from the Future: “Beads of Time” by Dmitry Blizniuk (Translated by Sergey Gerasimov)

It’s getting dark, slantwise, just a notch from eternity.The ballerina of reverietakes slowly offher pointes of silence.Left … now the right one … A long sigh … A fence; birds made of twisted iron hungrily peck the rust. A black cat glides along the façade.The radiant rapiers of electric light are trembling;the streetlights in fencer’s masks(the left hand…
Sections 63-67 from erroreum: Original Poetry by Jonathan Hobratsch

⥈ ⥈ word that ends all words aglee with me what you do not do will destroy you break me like a glass behind every poem is a poem like imagining Picasso painting his own exposed entrails ⥈ ⥈ join us join us or or die be the failure and avail it another timeI have…
“Friends Also Make Time to Relax Together”: Jim Feast Reads Barbara Henning’s Celebration of Women’s Friendships in Poetic Prose Girlfriend

Those who know something of Barbara Henning’s life history through the reading of her other works, such as Ferne (Spuyten Duyvil, 2022) and Just Like That (Spuyten Duyvil, 2018) will recognize she has followed an unusual trajectory. Coming from a working-class background and suffering an early blow in the death of her young mother, she…
New Poem by Dustin Brookshire: “For the Hetero Professor Whose Student Writes a Gay Poem, Some Workshop Advice”

So, I used cum in a poem. Yes, you know: spunk, jizz, leche, or as the medical professional might say, semen. I used cum in the poem I submitted to your workshop, a poem about how my mother demanded I stop writing gay poetry. In this poem about a poem I doubled down on the…
Side A: Two Poems by Peter Leight

Escapism in Pictures Lifting my headlike a passengerdrawing picturesin the airin front of me This one is a pictureof not being here In this one I’mopening the doorwith the tipof my tongueand walking out with my tonguein my hand Not even waitinguntil it’s timewhen is it time? Lifting my headand leaning into the air as…