Author: Heavy Feather

“Dream of Me,” a Haunted Passages poem by David Ly

I’m walking downa cold tunnel. The walls curveup to a ceiling of water. An enormoustentacled shadowpasses over, making the hairs stand on the back of my neck.Ahead of me, a boy appearsturned away from me, dripping wet not even shivering.I tilt my headand so does he. My heart begins beating quicker because nobody should be…
Heck, Texas, an Atlatl Press travelogue by Tex Gresham, reviewed by Eric Aldrich

“I’ll start my review of Tex Gresham’s Heck, Texas with a contrast,” I thought. “I’ll look up some wholesome facts about Jasper, Texas, the community profiled in the book, and then highlight ways the town’s officially-projected personality differed from Gresham’s caricature of it.” This was the idea, but it took nothing more than Wikipedia to…
“The Barrel”: A Haunted Passages Short Story by Holly Day

For as long as he could remember, the barrel had sat in the back yard, behind a locked gate and a very tall fence. Only the father had the key, and three times a day, the boy would watch his father take a jumbled plate of scraps out to the back yard to leave at…
Flavor Town USA Poetry: “The Hourglasses” from THE DUST THAT SINGS by Alex Gregor

when i carried my fiddle down to the river of silver,i paddled upstream through currents of molassestill i heard the bellows of a bandoneonfill up with the fog & the dew,then push out steam. so i slipknot rope round rusty iron cleat& followed the trill of that squeezeboxthrough the vines & the reedstill a boat…
I CAN SEE YOU WRITE #3: Joshua Jones & Ruth LeFaive

This is Lucy. I CAN SEE YOU WRITE is a collaborative project where I work with writers to create interactive and/or generative poetry and stories. You write stuff and I write code and we come up with a visual narrative and user experience built for the web. The sky and JavaScript is the limit. I’m…
Haunted Passages Short Story: “Squimbop Fever” by David Leo Rice

I drove all night in the truck I’d found parked in front of the house on Cielo Drive, windows open so the last of the names Jim and Joe could flow out, leaving me in a purified state that I chose to call the Brothers Squimbop, though I knew I was alone. I drove through lowlands…
Rara Avis: Reflections on Winning The 2020 Zachary Doss Friends in Letters Memorial Fellowship

Ryan Bollenbach here. Heavy Feather Review is publishing short pieces on the blog from writers who have collaborated on previous projects in order to give potential collaborators ideas and stoke excitement for The Zachary Doss Friends in Letters Memorial Fellowship (collaboration itself being the biggest takeaway I hope to create from all this). Please read…
“Criminal”: A Bad Survivalist Short Story by Meg Tuite

My mouth belonged to me. “Your head is flat as a tape worm.” We waited in line to get measured. Anything over six inches was condemned as perverse and a student was sent home. These girls lived for high hair. She said, “Fuck your mother.” “My mother’s dead.” She gestured the sign of the cross…
“Metal, Heavy”: An Interview with Poet Micah D. Zevin on His Debut Book by Gillian Cummings

What is more surreal, a world where “a ghost takes the form of a man, / seemingly out of nowhere, and / stabs you with their long knife shaped arm / of martial law” or a world where men with “wolf teeth and dead eyes shout: Pollute! Pollute! Pollute! / from the rooftops as they…