Author: Heavy Feather

Poetry: Candice Wuehle’s “As thyself”

I try not to hateThine neighborNeighbor as hangingFlag the neighbor hasHung & hung myHome with pall, civilMonster unmakes my shareIn the year the yardRends and tears, tearsBlemish the arrivals Is thisPlanet under a grey auspice? amNot alien our neighbor ? I try notTo hate thine neighbor sickEning the yard as thoughEarth an unsoundLadder, the base…
Fiction: Stephen Langlois’ “New White House Submission Guidelines”

*Ed.’s Note: click image to view larger size. Stephen Langlois is a writer of the fantastic and absurd. His work has appeared in Glimmer Train, The Portland Review, 3AM Magazine, Maudlin House, Monkeybicycle, matchbook, Split Lip Magazine, and Necessary Fiction, among others. He is a recipient of The Center for Fiction’s NYC Emerging Writers Fellowship as well as…
Three Poems by Elizabeth Onusko

Call to Action Though its primary function is withstanding a sustained assault, a castle also serves as the dominant symbol in most state-sanctioned mythologies. Pay attention, pay attention. If we’re all in this together, why must I prioritize minor celebrities in my daily prayer regimen. When the cable car I’m riding gets stuck above a…
Poetry: Ace Boggess’ “Has the Music Faded at All?”

—Lawrence Watt-Evans, Night of Madness The walls have learned a low hum—basso, staccato—like a tuba stuck in a wind tunnelor so many elephants endlessly marchingaround the perimeter.The opposite of a canine whistle,it marks its moansin sensible waves setting cinderblocks atremblein aftershocks.A little of the shake, rattle & roll,rockin’ in the unfree world,more twisting, less shoutingexcept…
Three Fictions from First Presidents: Joseph Scapellato

James Madison James Madison stood on a log shaped like the limb of a great man. He was as short as the tallest American mushroom, yet more withered. For several days he had ridden from camp to town to camp in the woods outside Washington City, to assess the state of the British invasion. Every…
Poetry: “Press Conference” by Gabriel Welsch

Lies are a special Esperanto.A language spoken with a set of the eyes,in a suit a few sizes too big, to makeroom for spasms of the heart’sremaining muscle, the tornslips of paper and innuendoadding up to a surrogate soul,the meaning holds its feet notin syllables but the telemetryamong the vicious. A podiumhas to prop the…
Fiction: “The Outlaw Truth” by Ron Gibson, Jr.

Leticia sits at her kitchen table, drinking coffee, curtains parted, watching the dirty dawn brightening between the bare limbs of the Rodneys’ elm next door. Light falls as harpoons and elevator shafts, laying out on her front lawn like butchered meat in a bazaar. A flock of ducks give in, charge toward ghosts over the…
“Exemplary, Emerging Visionary: Meri Sheen of Bohemian Dreams” (Fiction by Alexandria Morales)

Introduce yourself. Who are you, where are you from, and what are you doing now? People know me as Meri Sheen. I am a product of Hollywood, California. I’ve produced the fashion blog Bohemian Dreams since I was eleven years old, for eleven years now. My blog details my journey through Crossroads School, Grand Arts…
Poetry: Genève/Geneva Chao’s “Things I’ve Vomited Since Nov. 9, 2016 (a partial list)”

Things that I’ve vomited since Nov. 9, 2016include my breakfast on Nov. 10, 2016, whichwas the first day I attempted to eat breakfast,blobs of egg and beans that did not decideto become part of my cells; include threechocolate chip cookies that I baked beforeI realized my gorge was still rising, and whichcame out like play-dough,…