Author: Heavy Feather

Three Poems by Brandon Shimoda

Blind Children What is the first thing you remember?Kicking my sisterMy father hitting me with sticksLying next to my motherBeing hit, I can feel itWhen I rememberMother saying, But he’s a miracle, whenThe doctor said, He has 48 hours. Desert Poems I have some artwork I want to sellPaintings, I’ve been making some real nice…
Poetry by Philip Schaefer: “Radial Glow”

In the America of my fistthe rats drew blood. You let them. You soaked mewith hydrogen saying don’twince, become. I am still not your motherfucker.The coal train gliding by in the mirrorof your eyes is lost in 2 directions. This is my mouth on drugs: graba shovel and dig. Say somethingcruel and watch it dissolve.…
Zach VandeZande Fiction: “Imperative”

It is night and the feeling is coming on again. You know the one. There are rules for dealing with this, a blunt methodology we have devised over time. Stay awake. Don’t stop thinking. Don’t let it wash over you the way it does. Find something to do. The knight Wallace makes his way up…
Poetry Comic by Patrick Williams: “Redactions”

*Ed.’s Note: click images to view larger sizes. Patrick Williams is a poet and academic librarian living in Central New York. His recent work appears in publications including Vinyl Poetry, Nine Mile Magazine, Posit, and Bennington Review. His chapbook Hygiene in Reading was released by Publishing Genius in 2016. He edits Really System, a journal…
New Fiction: “Object Erotica” by Dolan Morgan

—for Steve Oristaglio There is a foosball table in a New Jersey summer home. There is a grand piano in the parlor of a Boston brownstone. They would like to see each other but are far apart. Hundreds of miles. Impossible miles, endless terrain. What can these objects make of America’s highway system? Its strip…
“The Sloth Girl,” a new fable by Ted Pelton

Sloth Girl lived at the top of a very tall tree in a great forest. Upon Sloth Girl lived Moth and his Wife as well as Beetle and his village and Algae who was many at the same time. Sloth Girl was hanging upside down in the top of the tree one day when Moth’s…
Four Dossiers, poetry by Jane Lewty

Dossier #1 It’s the year of less-than-half the true extent of time. There is water on the moon And on Gliese exostar 1214b. Its constellation is all wound up. Its struggle will last forever. There’s even an emoji for it, a U With a tilde, a sling dash: U̴ An oviform filled by an approximate,…
Short Story: “Rhizome” by Daniel Miller

OneYou exit the long or short corridor and enter a hexagonal room with a door on each wall. A room with paint on each wall, too, and the paint in this room is alloy orange. On each door, a numeral is printed in gold foil—two through nine. In the center of room is a table…
A Poem by Bridget Talone: “A Dream Is a Witch Your Heart Makes (Music for Shame)”

Ask not how you could ever make it right.Instead, lie down in your young shame—its dirty, slender hairdo blades. That panic madethe mouth. The villain fed his girlfrienda cube of fish off his steak knife,then drew the blade back through her cheek.Misfortune filled the little mouths that opened.Noisy rubies claw a formal sky.Ashamed, the player…