Author: Heavy Feather

  • Poetry Review: Sandra Fees Reads Laurel Benjamin’s Debut Collection Flowers on a Train

    Poetry Review: Sandra Fees Reads Laurel Benjamin’s Debut Collection Flowers on a Train

    In her debut poetry collection, Flowers on a Train, Laurel Benjamin reminds us of what’s possible if we are willing to revisit broken relationships and allow something else to blossom in their place. As the collection’s title suggests, nature permeates these pages. While we might be tempted to assume these will be nature poems, they…

  • Fiction Review: Kevin McMahon Reads Hollay Ghadery’s Debut Novel The Unravelling of Ou

    Fiction Review: Kevin McMahon Reads Hollay Ghadery’s Debut Novel The Unravelling of Ou

    In her debut novel, Hollay Ghadery blends a refreshingly unique premise with a natural gift for voice, delivery, and cutting straight and deep, deftly exploring the roots of grief and pain, internalized shame, isolation, and self-disregard. In tracing these headwaters, she reveals how we make it all bearable, somehow. And more importantly, what the elusive…

  • Poetry Review: Scott Ferry Reads john compton’s Collection house as a cemetery

    Poetry Review: Scott Ferry Reads john compton’s Collection house as a cemetery

    In john compton’s book house as a cemetery we find a feast of sound, of image, of dream-states that blur in and out of place and time. As with all of compton’s poetry, we are immediately in the ether, there are no strings holding the puppets, there are no intermediaries between the void and the…

  • New Poem for Flavor Town USA: “Abundance” by Caleb Hill

    New Poem for Flavor Town USA: “Abundance” by Caleb Hill

    IA can of pumpkin squats besidethe Korean bowl given by my aunt, the poor stone potwhere my culinary brainwaves come to rest, adoptedfor concoctions like this morning’s. My favoritelong-handled teaspoon rushes through the roundsof unlidded ingredients: crumbled feta, pickled olives, peppers, fish,cinnamon and sesame, allspice and onions,split peas shoehorned into cornbread, mozzarella melted inwith mounds…

  • Original Haibun Postcard for Side A: Judson Evans

    Original Haibun Postcard for Side A: Judson Evans

    Mütter Museum of the College of Physicians19 South 22St., Philadelphia,Aug. 25, 1997 Dear Indivisible Duo, I offer you a peak into this carnival tent/cabinet of curiosities,skull by skull: #28: Protestant soldier, suicide by gunshot wound to heart (because of weariness of life) North Hungary #30: Painter, suicide by potassium cyanide (because grief after abandonment by…

  • New Fiction: “The Blue Refuge” by Mehr-Afarin Kohan

    New Fiction: “The Blue Refuge” by Mehr-Afarin Kohan

    The yolk was orange and soft and it ran over the white, ruining the egg’s sun in the middle. The light was glaring outside the kitchen window, where I sat at the table facing Tehran’s dry ranges in the horizon. It was my first morning in the country, still jet-lagged. I was back for a…

  • Bad Survivalist: Two Poems by Simon Ravenscroft

    Bad Survivalist: Two Poems by Simon Ravenscroft

    Emergence / upon clifftop Ever emerging into further con-vergences of perforated selfhood,one alights occasionally on this orthat compelling instant, truth shimmeringin the open apparently … for a time,for a time … before scuttling away againinto the hills to hide beneath the trees.Reflecting back later, nothing isever so convincing as it wasthe first time, back when…

  • Side A: Original Collaborative Fiction & Art by Alex Gregor & Sean Riley

    Side A: Original Collaborative Fiction & Art by Alex Gregor & Sean Riley

    art by Sean RileyThe Wolf and the Hunter, Right Panel of the Ballads Triptych, 2025 oil on canvas, 44″ x 36″ the comet and the receding sea words by Alex Gregor it began with a comet on the Espigò d’Antoni Gutiérrez Díaz. the musician saw it first, telling the astronomer over the phone, who was…

  • New Short Fiction: “Hurricane” by Jackie Corley

    New Short Fiction: “Hurricane” by Jackie Corley

    The ocean met the bay.  In one hundred years, the bay wouldn’t exist at all. The twenty-mile barrier island would disappear into the Atlantic Ocean as if it had been a quaint sandbar, an untouched strip of land giving way to a cosmic blip of human joy and then faded from memory.  The arrogance to…