Author: Heavy Feather
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New Podcast by Pablo D’Stair for The Disembodied Parts: a rhapsody
I have started in with Audio production (freelance for other people and doing my own projects) and my first offering has officially launched. It is 10 episode Podcast version of my most recent novel THE DISEMBODIED PARTS: A Rhapsody. The thing is done as a presentation of a dramatic recitation of the novel’s text. The…
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“Inked,” a Haunted Passages short story by Kara Oakleaf
My first tattoo appears the morning after Ian’s funeral. I wake up and press my hands into my eyes to keep out the reality of another day, and immediately, I recognize his work, his clean lines tracing a mountain range in the center of my palm. The skin surrounding the image is raised and red,…
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“We Followed the Goldfinches”: A Bad Survivalist Short Story by George L. Hickman
The year that Jack and I rejected everything man-made, we drove into the mountains. Our 2010 Corolla was man-made, but we didn’t mind that. Its low hum encased us, carrying us through rolling hills. How strange to plunge into our new life in the outdoors from behind the walls of a sturdy metal tube. How…
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Ben Segal: “Hungry Ghosts,” a Haunted Passages flash fiction
Ghosts eat ghost hamburgers from ghost cows. You can’t kill a ghost though, so the ghost cows are eaten piece by piece, fog slabs sliced off their lowing bodies. Such practices of piecemeal slaughter flourished in the time before refrigeration and were banned as cruel by Kosher law. Ghosts are in this way heretical, or…
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Haunted Passages: “Pocket Scalpel,” a one-act play by Nathan Dixon
Cast of Characters C: A 32-year-old college counselor living in Durham, NC. Over the past several years she has been dealing with the news that she carries the BRCA-2 Breast Cancer Gene. She must undergo an array of preventative screenings every six months, knowing full well that in the (not too distant) future she will…
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“After the Hot Dog Eating Contest,” a Flavor Town USA poem by Avery Gregurich
for Dean Young I too have to start with a bite out of the middle part, the place in the record that isn’t music. Sweet drooling bits of black vinyl back onto the platter of hot dogs, waiting, patient between Surf and Stillwell, Coney Island. How do you take your dog to the vet without…
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“Creamer”: A Personal Essay for Bad Survivalist by Marlene Olin
I’m not a demanding person. All I need is my morning cup of coffee. Plus a teaspoon of sugar and a little creamer. Fuck! I’m out of creamer. My fingers dance on the keyboard, and I can’t believe my luck. The creamer’s coming. Not in five days or six but today. But the driver no habla…
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“An Offering of Space”: An Essay for Bad Survivalist by Whitney Kerutis
My body wakes me one morning as a crater collecting water. I ring out the stiffness, twisting my torso left and right. Keep my eyes shut. Hold myself like a spouse whose body is easy to swallow. * One morning, a woman seated two rows ahead of me on the bus tries to find the…

