Author: Heavy Feather

Poetry: Abigail Welhouse’s “Unavailable”

Abigail Welhouse is the author of Bad Baby (dancing girl press), Too Many Humans of New York (Bottlecap Press), and Memento Mori (a poem/comic collaboration with Evan Johnston). Her writing has previously been published in the Heavy Feather Review (Issue 2.2), The Toast, The Billfold, Ghost Ocean Magazine, Yes, Poetry, and elsewhere. Subscribe to her Secret Poems at tinyletter.com/welhouse. Author photo cr. Gregory Crosby
Essay: “A View from Across the Pond” by Claudia White

Donald Trump’s first year in office as seen by an American living in Ireland. 01/04/2017 Donald Trump will be the President of the United States in less than three weeks. This horrifies and scares me but mostly makes me sad. I make jokes about him dying in bed but then my daughter says, “Pence…
Poetry: “November 8, 2016” by Leah Tieger

My host hands me the cast of a dinosaur’s bone. It was takenfrom the knee of an adolescent apatosauruswhich is like he says, a brontosaurus. The cast is brown, rough striations like and unlike wood, like and unlike stone. Numbers on the TV screen change red and blue. Their silent siren lights. How did you…
Fiction: “A Stranger Never Comes to Town” by Jessica Alexander

My first brother was a cockatoo on the shoulder of a much older woman, who called herself Madame La Cava, spoke bad French, and feigned clairvoyance. I said, “Know how to hurt what you love?” He held her hoop earring in his beak. She said, “Vous voulez me devorer avec baisers, mon canard.” I said,…
Six Poems by Jill M. Talbot

Infinite Jest I’m sleeping under the bedin solidarity with the monsters,I’m sleeping in a shedin support of the fraudsters. Dan Magnan,Tonight I’m going homeless,got a new pair of socks,got every hipster on her kneesfrom Kamloops to Fort Knox. Bob Dylan,The SkyTrain stops at Hornby,Rupert and King Edward,I’ll sleep with all you wannabeswith whiskey on the…
Four Pieces from Hell by Eric Dean Wilson

Eurydice in Hell ¶It was only hell when you visited. Why couldn’t you understand that? ¶Maybe that’s unfair. I certainly didn’t get it then and thought of you less as a partner than an exit. You, on the other hand, thought you’d lost me out of some singular fault of your own, as if I…
Three Illustrations by Eben Kling

*Ed.’s Note: click images to view larger sizes. Big Flood Double Man Good Joke Eben Kling received his BFA from Montserrat College of Art in 2009 and his MFA from Umass Amherst in 2015. Most recently he has shown at the Miller Yezerski Project Space and Gallery Kayafas in Bostom MA, Nopop Gallery and Artspace in…
Poetry: Suzi F. Garcia’s “Dirt Skirt Divas Present No Man’s Land”

Painted roses on my lips, feather lashes wink wink blink tonight Gloves come off one finger at a time, nails glitter gray. Work the angle, work my angles, get a cheap pop from the crowd, hit a high spot, just a little grunt-and-groan. Take a hit, take a bump, thumbtacks in the fleshy backsides of…
Four Poems by Kathryne David Gargano

i slide your words inside a clear glass ornament i slide your words inside a clear glass ornament / i keep them safe this way & mine i write them each on slips of paper / shake shake shake & rearrange / my own language in your words / i speak it & you stare…