Author: Heavy Feather
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“Playing Catch-Up”: A Conversation with Allison M. Charette on Translating Fiction from Madagascar by Rick Henry
Allison M. Charette translates literary work from the French, with a growing interest in the literature of Madagascar. Her translation of Naivo’s Beyond the Rice Fields was long-listed for the Best Translated Book Award in 2018. Among her many accomplishments: an NEA Fellowship in Literary Translation and a PEN/Heim Translation Fund Grant. She visited SUNY…
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“Samson,” a poem comic by Corey Oglesby
*Ed.’s Note: click images to view larger sizes. Corey Oglesby is a poet, musician, and illustrator from the Washington, D.C., area. His work has recently appeared or is forthcoming in Hobart, Barrow Street, DIAGRAM, Beloit Poetry Journal, Queen Mob’s Teahouse, and elsewhere. Currently the Editor-in-Chief of the literary journal Fugue, he earned his MFA in…
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Four Poems by W. Todd Kaneko
Oh, Say Can You See I can’t see anything without my glasses, except the world’s blurred words,the moon’s glow through the window. Tonight, my son calls for his mother,and it’s me who soothes him back to sleep. Then it’s just me on the stairs outsidehis room, looking for a poem to write, something about injustice…
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Poetry: “VW Ramblings” by Kat Cameron
Found poem on a VW bus Check ego. Pay attention.I’m diagonally parked in a parallel universe. Where are we going? Jerome, Arizona.Grow your own dope. I need the money.No guts, no glory. Go for it. It’s the scenic route. Why am I in this handbasket?Don’t make me release the flying monkeys.Bring back the wolf. Plant…
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“Eye of the Other,” an essay about Rachel Kushner’s The Flamethrowers by Toti O’Brien
Five years after its publication I have read Rachel Kushner’s second novel, The Flamethrowers1. My intention isn’t to comment on the book—excellent reviewers have done it—but to share my reflections about a small section, a fragment that I find remarkably strange and worthy of attention. It begins on page 317 to culminate on 320. Seen…
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“Race Day,” an essay by Freda Epum
You board a bus and it seems as though there is a sea of Black people. If it weren’t for the fact that your skin is brown, your hair is curly, your eyes are black and almond, and you’ve got a nice ass (or so you’ve been told), you’d think there were no Black people in…
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ActivAmerica, a story collection by Meagan Cass, reviewed by Ryan Werner
I’m a bad loser and an even worse winner. My wife won’t go mini-golfing with me. I’ve slammed bar stools against pinball machines. I’ve rage-quit every video game after two weeks of playing and then never looked back. It’s with this attitude I approach sports stories. Somebody’s going home a fucking loser, which is a…


