Author: Heavy Feather

Bad Survivalist Poetry: “A Suitable Piece of Real Estate (As You Like It)” by W.E. Pierce

By the pine gapin these woods is a green doorinto the code We find it onan early walk after coffee(imported unimportant)The air is cold but the door steamswarm to the touch though we don’t touchIt hums Someone runs the numberson this thing that hasn’t happened to us yet(the insects halve and halve and halve and halve…
“An Ending for Her,” flash fiction by Matthew Meriwether

What if I walked up to your front door again. What if, at the sight of me on the front porch, the same front porch with so many stale memories, instead of laughing at my patheticness, you smiled with surprising relief. What if you had gained a little weight, the weight symbolic of your settling…
Part the Third: “The Great Indoorsman” by Andrew Farkas

The Great Indoorsman PART THE THIRD From A Philosophy of the Indoors—The Beautiful On-Purpose and the Beautiful Accident: The waitress looks at me and frowns. She says she’s seen me before, thinks she’s seen me before, is told that she has indeed seen me before. Baffled, befuddled, the waitress asks if I live in Chicago,…
“Mud Witch,” an incantation for Haunted Passages by Michael Sikkema

this pit’s everything a mouth of sky Mud Witch dreams me in her teeth it all vibrates wrong when the pain stops this pit’s everything gathers worms moles beetles so I don’t starve I cup mud it all started with the sinkholes we lost the whole golf course Mud Witch grabs the rope over my…
“What He Said,” flash fiction by Matthew Meriwether

I ask her what he said. He her boyfriend. He her boyfriend, the bartender, the man who watches. He told her I was rude. He told her I made fun of him and the other bartenders. He told her I was with “that girl you hate.” That girl our old friend. Our old friend with…
Part the Second: “The Great Indoorsman” by Andrew Farkas

The Great Indoorsman PART THE SECOND From A Philosophy of the Indoors—Where I Lived, and What I Lived for: I went to the Indoors because, like Henry David Thoreau, I wished to live deliberately, I wished to front only the essential facts of life and see if I could not learn what it had to…
“Suite Polonaise,” a generational serial killer enquiry by Carrie Laben

Part 1: Cecelia As a child I thought there was something wrong with me because I didn’t love my grandmother. Everyone else loved their grandparents. But Cecelia Laben (or Labenski) (nee Trybusckewicz) confused me. She alarmed me. At least once, she kind of technically kidnapped me. And then there was the fact that she lied.…
Flash Fiction: “The Fire” by Matthew Meriwether

She sees a fire in the huge dark field to the left of the road we’re driving down. Do you see that fire? she says. I look ahead of me, I look up—all the wrong directions. I see the moon, that white fire, which is bright and full, unblinking. Why were we talking about fire?…
Andrew Farkas: “The Great Indoorsman, Part the First,” a serialized essay

“Look at it, Hastings. Not a building insight. Not a restaurant, not a theatre, not anart gallery. A wasteland.” —Hercule Poirot in“The Adventure of the Clapham Cook” The Great Indoorsman PART THE FIRST From A Philosophy of the Indoors—The Sublime: I often find myself in awe of the grandeur of the Indoors … An excerpt…