Author: Heavy Feather

Two Poems by Amanda McCormick

[ ] Bow to my thighs or I’ll break you with them.Anthills of poison, delivery track.Pump up the sex if you want to chewin the new year as her cavities grow.I couldn’t centralize my stomachafter you’d gone; I left my heart behind a fishnet. Flopping like bait in a fishnet,my…
Yi Lu’s New Poetry Collection Sea Summit, reviewed by Robert Young

It’s always important to read outside your boundaries, to encounter diversity of thought, and to broaden your literary horizons. Reading translated literature is a great way to do this. An often underrepresented part of literature, translated literature can, especially to other writers looking for technique to borrow, provide a whole new perspective and outlook on…
Fiction: Faith Gardner’s “Moonburn”

I’d never heard of moonburn either before I got one. My skin’s pale as dinnerware. I’ve been mistaken for a ghost on foggy nights, sent passersby sprinting and screaming in opposing directions. My paleness is serious. Hair and brows, too. Even my eyes are water-blue, which means hardly blue at all. The suggestion of blue. The night I got moonburned,…
Two Poems by Daniel D’Angelo

Eidolon at Autumn Like deadand still seen inthe back yard of water.Extra syrups:more years forcedout of a sycamorefor effect I’m likethe rest you getat the end. Waterthrown in your face.Lightbulbedin place. Well, water.Ourselvesfelt betterand more haunted. Was: all that I sawweathery, barkingbrush. I get all the ideastogether: I hearthis time: yousound like reheating liquidin a…
Robert Dean’s Novel The Red Seven Reviewed by C.F. Lindsey

Grit, outlaw-cowboy justice, and blood, lots of blood; these phrases come to mind when discussing Robert Dean’s novel The Red Seven, following the tale of a cowboy bounty hunter on a hunt for vengeance. After the brutal mutilation and murder of his family—the Masterson clan—the renegade known as “The Ghost” saddles his faithful mount and…
Fiction Review: Gwen Werner Reads Fat Girl, SKinny by Amye Archer

The first time a boy called me fat, I was at the public pool in fifth grade. I’d chosen a one-piece tie-dye number from JCPenney and Emily, my oldest friend, had a two-piece blue suit of which I was endlessly jealous. That summer we spent every summer day together, in and out of the pool,…
Fiction Review: Paul Albano Reads James Tadd Adcox’s Repetition

James Tadd Adcox’s novella Repetition is a hypnotic, deeply funny, yet strangely affecting journey through sadness, archaic conflict resolution, Kierkegaard, and hosting an academic conference. It’s an exploration of repetition and dreams and the ill-fated, inexplicable childlike ambitions forever-incubating inside us. It’s really good, is what I’m trying to say. The protagonist (also our unnamed…
Poetry Review: Justin Carter Reads Requiem for Used Ignition Cap by J. Scott Brownlee

In Requiem for Used Ignition Cap, poet J. Scott Brownlee’s debut collection from Orison Books, place and religious faith combine to create a vivid portrait of the Texas Hill Country and Brownlee’s hometown of Llano, a portrait that dips below the outer layer of small town life and into the violent and often problematic underbelly.…
“It ain’t the middle of life / but I’m still / caught in the woods”: Leonard Kress Reviews Anselm Hollo’s Poetry Collection The Tortoise of History

I first encountered Anselm Hollo at one of the legendary poetry readings held at Dr. Generosity’s Pub in Manhattan in the early 1970s. He had recently arrived from his native Finland (after a long stint working for the BBC in London.) Hollo cut an imposing figure—tall, bearded, wild-haired, his teeth chipped, his pleasingly accented voice…