Author: Heavy Feather

Poetry by Josiah Morgan: “The Bee Gees Sing Me to Sleep”

Funny the things you make time for. vodka reruns a million hours sleep the city on a good nightironic an intermission grindr babe in the back of the car chic new looks on city twinxthe city on a bad night vodka reruns quickly, misread me sleepa million hours alexander mcqueen two pizzas restocking things you’ve…
“The Importance of Learning How to Match Your Foundation”: Fiction by Em Mingus

I. When I was in third grade I got my first job. I helped my neighbor roll all the coins in his ten-gallon jugs into the paper wrappers he got from the bank. He had about eight containers filled to the brim with dull metal hidden the back of his basement. We could only work…
New Fiction for Bad Survivalist: “Jeanie Loves Chaos” by Christopher S. Bell

We’d run out of things to blame. Our country, its leader, the economy, cults and crusaders, past lives corrupting an otherwise squeaky-clean soul, or it could’ve just been the Texas sun melting us into the interior of that tan sedan. We’d passed redneck stand-offs, skeletons in cowboy hats waiting for the sand to cover parts…
Haunted Passages Fiction: “Blood Fugue” by Shannon Barber

The music is quieted and leaves him in an inelegant sprawl. He is my minuet, so stately and the dance while it lasted was nice if, clumsy. When I stand over him, his still face is pretty again. He relaxed at the last and released himself to whatever is after. I wish I’d thought to…
“There Will Probably Be Condos”: An Interview with Janalyn Guo by Jason Teal

Kathy Acker once wrote, “YOUR MIND IS A NIGHTMARE THAT HAS BEEN EATING YOU: NOW EAT YOUR MIND.” Lately, I have taken this adage to heart, reading authors for the magazine whose work has embattled my sense of self. Janalyn Guo, author of Our Colony Beyond the City of Ruins, is one such voice who…
Ashley Garris on This Hasn’t Been a Very Magical Journey So Far, a novel by Homeless

What are you supposed to do when Sid, an orange cat wearing a leather jacket, knocks on your door significantly later than he was supposed to? Well, if you’re trying to find your recently deceased lover, then you go on a journey with Sid, naturally. This Hasn’t Been a Very Magical Journey So Far by…
Aby Kaupang Poetry: Selections from 13 Words

In the month following Donald Trump’s election to President of the United States, the Southern Poverty Law Center received over 1,094 reports of hate crimes. A burst of hate. The following poems were written with the assistance of the Hate on Display database through the Anti-defamation League’s website and in-part for the Holter Museum of…
James R. Gapinski: “The Fourth Attic,” new fiction for Haunted Passages

We buy an old house in some up-and-coming Portland neighborhood (see: gentrification; also see: we are the problem, not the solution; also see: housing injustice). Somebody has left old boxes in the attic (see: 50% of all horror movies). The boxes are empty, but oddly enough they feel full. They weigh upwards of thirty or…
Haunted Passages: “eraser,” new poetry by Tariq Shah

They erased me yesterday.After they took up the gavel, hammered the sound block, the wheels setinto motion.They assembled their people into teams.Notary publics, solicitors general, coders, flame throwers, telephoneand wrecking ball operators.It was quite early the morning they commenced.A sky still the blue pink of gloveless winter hands.Quite quiet.I don’t know what to do.The new…