Author: Heavy Feather

Fiction: “The Drip Drop” by Rita Bullwinkel

Behind Gosling’s house there is a giant black ball of goop that hovers above the ground. It drops on his cat and creates puddles that we have to sweep away in the winter so they don’t freeze. When Gosling goes on vacation and the backyard is left unattended leaves blow under the ball and mix…
Poetry: “Lone Wolf” by Jill M. Talbot

Lone Wolf Lone Wolf: dangerous andinadequate: see God: see proofof quantum mechanics: see Einstein:see WWIV: see roman candle: seeRenaissance: see writers: see Woolf: seeBook of Job: see impotent God: see existentialism: see internet meme: see joke: see punchline: see deadline: see autopsy. Lone wolf: pledgesallegiance to his own ego: see Freud: see flagpole: seeOedipus Complex:…
Three Poems by William Lessard

<en passant> the hammer i raised to my father’s skullholds open the bathroom window history is sometimes the breezethat enters through the daisy curtain in the moments before that momenti saw myself a flyinching a stippled surface joy was insect glorya moment rubbingeyelash legs in the history of survivor artthere is the theme of wishing…
Two Poems by Zach Mueller

Broke Bottles, Gold Models There’s no sign sayingchoke saltwaterdrowning, but that’show it happens—the absenceof a sign. The thingis what it is.Let’s be honest.You should gulp it like strangers eye-fuckinga bank teller.See how honestlyour throats reject quartzand feldspar as thoughwe abominateislandswith our lips. Don’t encourage.Don’t hang it up on a fishhook.These ghost crabsfear flashlightsbecause sunlight is…
“The Last Bullet,” a comic by Andrew Bourelle & Edward Bourelle

*Ed.’s Note: click images to view larger sizes. Andrew Bourelle is the author of the novel Heavy Metal. His short stories have been published widely in literary magazines and fiction anthologies including The Best American Mystery Stories. Edward Bourelle has worked more than twenty years in commercial art as a graphic designer, illustrator, cartographer, and art director. Currently he is…
Fiction-screenplay Hybrid: “Game in the Sand” by Joe Sacksteder

GAME IN THE SAND They have finished securing Karl to the hood of the Chevy using the collected belts of everyone involved in production. Karl is unsure of many things. If his reflection will be visible in the windshield. If it will be obvious how slowly they’re driving the truck. If he can slip through…
“Lisa Freeman’s Work Makes Me Angry; Or, The Children’s Crusade”: Lisa Freeman Catalog Essay for January 2018 Show by Jordan A. Rothacker

Lisa Freeman is an artist based in Athens, Georgia, who was born in Toronto, Ontario, in 1965. She has worked in the medium of painting, but recently her art has shifted to a focus on assemblage art using found objects. Drawn to discarded objects and photographs, Freeman explores the mystery of the forgotten, allowing the…
“An Instrument,” fiction by Luke Wiget

It doesn’t matter anymore because organ music has gone the way of, well, organ music. But I remember when I was a kid someone stole the pipes to the Presbyterian Church’s organ to sell as scrap metal. There were two men. Both were wearing coveralls so the church secretary trusted them. The workmen told her…
“The Inner Eye Tattooed,” a poem by Marc Vincenz

(1) Looking in like a snail, my nose crawls against glass. How the view alters up close and the breath a mountainous fog against matter’s impermeable will. Isn’t this the color of pure silence— that rainbowed tint when night swallows reflections? (2) In the nothingness of the primordial, words written before words are known and…