Author: Heavy Feather
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Flavor Town USA Poetry: “The Shrimpboat Captain” from THE DUST THAT SINGS by Alex Gregor
on the island of if,the shrimpboat captain dreams of geckosclimbing up cave walls,catching them & setting them free. when he wakes up in the middle of the night,& stares out into a sea of dwarf foxes on the dock,their eyes glowing from the light of his lantern,he climbs back into his bunk and asks himself,how to…
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Esteban Rodríguez on The Tenant of Fire, an award-winning University of Pittsburgh Press Press poetry collection by Ryan Black
The writer Jay McInerney once said that every generation needed a Manhattan novel, one that captured the culture and sentiment of the time. While his novel Bright Lights, Big City was quite innovative with the use of the second person, as well as with its insight into the publishing industry and New York’s vibrant night…
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Book Review by Shannon Nakai: “Life, Language, and the [Im]permanence of Being in Dora Malech’s Flourish“
In her fourth collection of poetry, Dora Malech unveils the miracles and complications of being in her incisive linguistic and imagistic exploration of her everyday surroundings. Flourish is presented in four sections, each epigraphed by a poem that features the titular word, and each that offers a honed glimpse of dormant power that lies in…
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“Same Green”: A Short Story by Lucciana Costa
If you stay: if you stay, it will kill you. You will wither, shrink, shrivel up like a slug in salt. Your brain will leak out your ears if you hear Braden Jenkins call Owen Meany a faggot one more time, his desk just far enough away to be out of physical reach. Not that…
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Flavor Town USA Poetry: “The Bloated Whale & The Barfly” from THE DUST THAT SINGS by Alex Gregor
we was sittin along the bywater drinkin white wine spritzers,when a dead whale washed up on the shore all bloated & swollen. so we carried our glasses down to where the sand met the shore& poked the mammal with a stick, till water shot out of the blowhole into our faces,& anchovies slid out of…
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“Dyin’ Lion”: A Bad Survivalist Work Fiction by Jonathan Bluebird Montgomery
I know everyone thinks I’m just a cabdriver, but I also work at the zoo. They pay me to take care of the lion, a 550 lb predator-cat from sub-Saharan Africa trapped inside an artificial habitat. The lion is magnificent and a success of evolution. It is a beautiful, golden killing machine, and when his…
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“Hands”: Poetry by Tam Nguyen
On March 16, 2021, a white gunman committed mass shootings in the Northern suburbs of Atlanta, United States, resulting in the deaths of 8 people, 6 of whom are Asian women. Show me your hands. Should you know there’re Ways to make the world tender? —More than the pairs of hands That corked a…
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Four Poems by Sarah Cavar
POV: Asking my clinician what he will get me (free) My doctor foots an opening too small for me.A catholic chamber, tabernacle tight. Beast-abreastIn steady follow.Satan’s like a tabby fat these days, a six of furringpounds and ribs and ounces. A pussynot the coward-kind or catBut like the act of snatching. eating poem dishes on…
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Two Poems from Vol. 10 by Michael Russell
i’ve never seen the ocean nightly, i dream itas open sore.my entire self, plummeting.an infection. the moon,scimitarof borrowed lightcutsinto the bruise— cerulean-wound,blood-saltmouthfuls. i am drowning in an inhumangalaxy. my lungs,unfit,this world—breathless. i’m not a fish.i hate to swim,this body—finless & withoutshark. my great white hearttornlike a scissored fin. love chums the waterwith rogue arms.my best…
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