Author: Heavy Feather

  • Side A: “Antikythera,” a hybrid essay schematic by Jenny Fried

    Side A: “Antikythera,” a hybrid essay schematic by Jenny Fried

      L2 I wore girl’s pants, even when I was still telling people I was a boy. I had lots of different colors, reds and purples and yellows, all clingwrap tight against my legs. The cut of these pants always made my penis very obvious. It wasn’t really my intention to present my dick to…

  • Four Poems by Jessie Janeshek

    Four Poems by Jessie Janeshek

    A Winter Weather Event I’m home to being the worst girl on earthbinge-eating almonds   but Carole Lombard is still an absurdistso I start the purple volume again.I wait for the Las Vegas plane crash/blue talkand it’s important to exerciseeven if you’ve got nothing to saylong walks in the snow/everyone knows this is nowhereyour pink hair…

  • Fiction for Bad Survivalist: “Devil’s Hopyard” by Jennifer Makowsky

    Fiction for Bad Survivalist: “Devil’s Hopyard” by Jennifer Makowsky

    I know something bad will happen by the end of the night. Maybe it’s the trees overhanging the winding dirt road, blocking out the daylight and making it look like midnight even though it’s only four-thirty on a June afternoon. Or maybe it’s that this area is always off in some way and gives me…

  • Artist Spotlight: Four Visual Poems by Sarah J. Sloat

    Artist Spotlight: Four Visual Poems by Sarah J. Sloat

    *Ed.’s Note: click images to view larger sizes. Sarah J. Sloat reminds us that even in our digital culture writing is about texture. Combining words, images, and erasure, her work exposures the landscape residing within every page. Sloat is a poetic detective that looks behind the whiteness. At her hand, the line of text moving…

  • “To Be in a Time of Extinction,” prose poetry by Violet Mitchell

    “To Be in a Time of Extinction,” prose poetry by Violet Mitchell

    —after Etel Adnan   To find a list with macaws, to read of the eastern cougar, to try to imagine the sound of its growl, to set down the list and your diet cola, to check the time, to check the calendar, to find a pen, to write a grocery list, to forget detergent, to…

  • “Puritan Remnants,” an excerpt from Time’s Up! A Memoir of the American Century by Robert Cabot

    “Puritan Remnants,” an excerpt from Time’s Up! A Memoir of the American Century by Robert Cabot

    Blending history, essay, travelogue, and autobiography, Time’s Up! is a personal and political saga: luminous, probing, and absorbing. At constant odds with his Boston Brahmin lineage and upbringing, Robert Cabot confronts white privilege, rejects the conventional trappings of wealth and fame, and critiques our American heritage of colonialism, imperialist yearnings, and penchant for perpetual war. In alternating…

  • “A Night, Like Any Other, or Ooh, That Smell,” an excerpt from Gristle, weird tales by Jordan A. Rothacker

    “A Night, Like Any Other, or Ooh, That Smell,” an excerpt from Gristle, weird tales by Jordan A. Rothacker

    Gristle is alchemical theatre, a collection of weird tales, twelve fingers on the steering wheel, with D.H. Lawrence and Sylvia Plath asleep across the back seat, Chekov shivering on the hard shoulder… Gristle is a post-beat riddle, a comedy, a nightmare … Gristle is Salinger descending from his eyrie with a bottle of Thunderbird. Jordan…

  • Micah Zevin on Brendan Lorber’s if this is paradise why are we still driving?

    Micah Zevin on Brendan Lorber’s if this is paradise why are we still driving?

    Can we ever escape the hidden meanings of existence, the state of saying or doing one thing and meaning another? What to make of the silences, the pauses, fissures, elisions, we find in conversation or on the page? What can be mined from what’s missing? How will the gaps or empty spaces be filled if…

  • “Report of the Justification Committee,” original fiction by Jona Whipple for Bad Survivalist

    “Report of the Justification Committee,” original fiction by Jona Whipple for Bad Survivalist

    We could not take the polar bears. We tried, but we couldn’t do it. By then, they were mostly extinct anyway, and the specimen that survived weren’t worth the trouble. We couldn’t take the snowy egrets, but downloaded all of the poetry about them and scanned every major work of art featuring them, which we…