Author: Heavy Feather

Three Poems by Anat Zecharia (Translated by Tsipi Keller) from Vol. 9

Lust Nothing is more useless than Godhe doesn’t stroke my foreheaddoesn’t stretch a moist tongueto lustfully lick the bloodfrom every high hill and every mountain peakand under every green tree.[1]Most of the time I divine the innerparts of his body(his sharp resinous odor riseslike the odor of sex)find him in the blue reflecting from the…
Two Poems by Eddy Jordan from Vol. 9

Theatre for Realtors An afternoon for burning, we lookin houses.A chance to makesome theatre for realtorswe say, realtorsare people too we think.We talkloud, walk wide, itch our invisible beards together. What do you think honey? It’s nice, I mean, but the kitchen? Kitchens can be redone. Sure, but— The lighting is nice. The lighting is—…
Two Fictions by Teague von Bohlen from Vol. 9

Bombs in Dogs My ex Shelly and her new husband are moving out of town, a little over an hour’s drive from here. It’s a planned community on what’s now a golf course, but the whole thing used to be the municipal airfield back before the regional airport went in. They say they’ve treated the…
“Hourglass, Hourglass,” an essay by Loie Rawding from Vol. 9

12:11 a.m.We lost power, just as my body was turning to stone and sinking into the wet concrete of Sunday sleep. The whole house. The street. From here to Broadway there was no light, no heat, only a failing sense of time. The missing spark of the water heater, the lung collapse of my humidifier,…
Poems & Mixed Media by Jeffrey Grunthaner from Vol. 9

*Ed.’s Note: click images to view larger sizes. Revisions For the moment he does summertime with an alexandrine mounted in air,inscribed in a space of appropriation—a hundred-foot colossus in black colorsof the sea, or sea anemone from an immensely high beam leaping down with agreat flourish of dust. Rode into focus on a saddleless little…
The High Alive: An Epic Hoodoo Diptych by Carlos Sirah, reviewed by Dave Karp

The 3rd Thing, a small Olympia, Washington, press, is explicitly committed to cross-genre, inter-surrectional experimental writing; it publishes books that challenge how we imagine. Carlos Sirah’s The High Alive: An Epic Hoodoo Diptych certainly fulfills that mission. Sirah’s book is a recent entry in the American tradition of bardic incantations, from Whitman onward, meant to…
From Vol. 9: Two Bird Quizzes by Rose Hunter

Albatross Quiz Various species of albatross cana. circumnavigate the globeb. fly to the moonc. become curses and symbols of atonement To make it through the doldrums, albatrosses musta. be one of the smaller speciesb. use more energyc. acquire a positive attitude; push through it Those who have not seen an albatross in the flesh includea.…
From Vol. 9: “MATH DEATH,” a short comic by Dustin Holland

*Ed.’s Note: click image to view larger size. Dustin Holland lives and works in northern Colorado where he and his brother make The Holland Boys Zine (patreon.com/hollandboyszine).
From Vol. 9: Three Prose Poems by Susan L. Leary

Joyful Poem, with Nearsightedness We enter the world able to detect the earliest upheavals of atmosphere. Each morning, the thousand strokes of dawn refusing to settle into sky. & for what? To stay or flee an invented storm? To make lists of things mourned before their arrival? We do this, even, with the edged infinities…