Author: Heavy Feather
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“Another Space We Share”: Hillary Leftwich Talks to Poet Andrew McFadyen-Ketchum
Poet and Editor Andrew McFadyen-Ketchum took time to answer questions on his latest poetry collection, Visiting Hours (Texas A&M University Press), and how myth-making, space, and honoring the voices of those who have departed all play a central part in not only his writing but how he views the relationships around him. McFadyen-Ketchum is the…
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“The Parts We Play”: Jesi Buell Reviews Theatrix, poetry plays by Terese Svoboda (Anhinga Press)
chance but a chainof electrons vibrating[almostendlessly] only error shitting life I watched Matthew Holness’ Possum right before I picked up this book. That may be why I felt the puppet on the cover of Terese Svoboda’s Theatrix: Poetry Plays held such a sense of foreboding. Both puppets have that same disturbing anthropomorphic face that is…
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“The Ocean Is a Desert,” a Side A fiction by Keegan Swenson
The Ocean Is a Desert He sits there. He sits at his desk with an open notebook and three black rolling pens. The damn window is open and it’s bringing in a breeze. He will get to work as soon as he’s stood up and closed the window. He can’t bear the breeze. As soon…
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“My Mother Has Many Tricks”: Flash Fiction by Sacha John Bissonnette
In one of Grandma’s stories, she found my mother in the backyard, middle of the night, a blood-soaked possum neatly wrapped around her arm, like she had killed one before. She refused to let it go, letting out a feral shriek as Grandma got closer. My mother only dropped the possum when Grandma could reach…
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“In the Tearing Wind”: A Conversation with Edward Foster’s A Looking-Glass for Traytors by Peter Valente
Edward Foster, in his new book of poems A Looking-Glass for Traytors, explores the nature of desire and memory, risking the articulation of what cannot be said, even to the very end, despite chaos, pain, or the oncoming night. So that ecstasy or understanding might be possible: “maintain a quiet surface, and sublimity within is…
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Flavor Town USA Poetry: “The Sugar Eaters” from THE DUST THAT SINGS by Alex Gregor
they was sittin round the fireplace sippin tea & eatin fruitcake on crushed velvet divans with bronze claw feet on oriental rugs, when the maid walked in with a silver tray weighed down with a heaping mound of sugar cubes. the headmaster of the school, seated between the principals, waved her hand in the maid’s…
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“The Threatening Clarities That a Sentence Can Occasion”: Marcus Pactor Interviews Garielle Lutz
Before I conducted the following interview with Garielle Lutz, I knew what all of her readers have long known: she is one of our finest prose writers and one of our most powerful describers of atomized American life. She transforms seemingly insignificant activities—the pocketing of change, the clicking of a pen to pass the time,…
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“Plexiglass Poetry,” a Side A feature by massimo magee
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“Irony Serves Whatever Purpose You Need It To”: Zach Savich Interviews Mark Leidner
Mark Leidner’s first full-length collection of poems, Beauty Was the Case That They Gave Me, was released ten years ago by Factory Hollow Press. Leidner has been busy since then: among other projects, he’s published a collection of short stories, Under the Sea (Tyrant Books, 2018), and written the feature films Jammed (2014) and Empathy,…
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