Author: Heavy Feather
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The Lost Country, a posthumous novel by William Gay, reviewed by Michael A. Ferro
One cannot help but wonder what the world of southern gothic literature might be like had William Gay published earlier in life. Much like Faulkner, McCarthy, and O’Connor, Gay was a master of the bleak and the beautiful, able to break your heart in one sentence and cut it out and toss it on a…
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“Terms of Non-Communication,” a ficton story by Ani Katz
I. Terms of Non-Communication 1. The parties agree not to attempt communication until the agreed-upon date. 2. In the event that either party believes to possess news that is critical to the other party, the newsholder shall seek a mutually trusted liaison to relay the news. 3. In the event that either party feels an…
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Three Poems by M. Ann Hull
This Isn’t An Era for Adoring the unborn fingers of a tea cupgripping to its chipped brimbrittle stembones shedding petalslike a dry red rain. Thick, thicketedromances & tiny eyelid-lickingglances were for the timid & the timidhave all gone, leaving bridges scrubbingstarlight from their steel. I could tellmy unborn daughter there was a timewhen a hand…
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“As Per Instruction”: Tetra, a graphic novel by Malcom Mc Neill, reviewed by Zachary Vaudo
Brilliant worlds and creatures, subversive metaplot, meticulously crafted art. Tetra is at once a product of its time and ahead of its time. Created by Malcolm Mc Neill, Tetra is a fantastical sci-fi journey through space and dimension. Opening with a look into the past, Mc Neill’s introductory essay details his interactions and collaborations with…
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Two Blueprints by Nicole McCarthy
*Ed.’s Note: click images to view larger sizes. Nicole McCarthy is an experimental writer who earned her MFA from the University of Washington. Her work has appeared in Glass: a Journal of Poetry, The Shallow Ends, Dream Pop Press, b(o)ink, Crab Fat Magazine, Ghost Proposal, FLAPPERHOUSE, Tinderbox Poetry, The Fem, Memoir Mixtapes, Civil Coping Mechanism’s…
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“Shut up and dribble,” poetry for by Tara Campbell
Shut up and dribbleShut up and playShut up and stand for the anthemShut up and step out of the carShut up and put your hands behind your headShut up and bleedShut up about your wrongful death suitShut up about your rights Shut up and take your mylar blanketShut up and get in the cageShut up…
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Three Poems by Gina Marie Bernard
Dry Drowning The farmer tilts his Monsanto cap back from the bronze horizon of his forehead, stabs a finger to Formica with enough force to rattle silverware, and swears to God—and those of us in the café— that he most assuredly has found a writhing bowfin buried in the black soil of his north forty…
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Poetry: “Non-” by Britt Canty
Boundaries. We need boundaries, you said. You were nothing if not a man of reason. My fingers raked the cement, still clay-like. I wanted to leave an impression before it turned solid. Before you left. Shards of shell and rock crowded into the skin beneath my nails. I tried to write my name so that…

