Author: Heavy Feather
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Brett Beach on The Old Priest, short stories by Anthony Wallace
“The state of New Jersey seems to be not much more than a gigantic strip mall.” This reflection comes near the end of Anthony Wallace’s The Old Priest, winner of the Drue Heinz Literature Prize in 2013. The collection’s final story turns a mythic eye to the recent past, when the state was a wild…
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Safe House, a poetry chapbook by David Winter, reviewed by Emily Rose Larsen
Poet David Winter’s debut collection, Safe House is a svelte but fierce chapbook. The compilation’s title is honored throughout the text by the themes of misplaced intimacy, desire, and imprisonment. Winter creates a collection of poems that function as individual spaces of shelter or safety. Some prove to be faulty and some are ethereal. Past…
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Contrapuntal, poetry by Christopher Kondrich, reviewed by Erin McKnight
Following in the artistic practice of combining melodies, Christopher Kondrich’s Contrapuntal sounds a textured tone. If music must be written to be best appreciated by others, a narrative crescendo establishes the counterpoint of this sonorous collection. Because what resounds is a symphony of inventiveness, Kondrich its assured conductor. None of the fifty-nine poems are titled;…
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Review: Kate Kimball on Drawing Water by Eva Heisler
Perhaps one of the most difficult processes to demonstrate, investigate, interrogate, mimic, and exemplify in poetry is that of the creation of a poem itself, and yet, in Drawing Water, that is precisely what writer Eva Heisler sets out to do. But, this isn’t the typical meta-writing that many readers may be familiar with and…
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“A Miraculous Construct of Worlds”: In the Kettle, the Shriek, poetry by Hannah Stephenson, reviewed by Paul David Adkins
There is something miraculous and mysterious inhabiting Hannah Stephenson’s debut poetry volume In the Kettle, the Shriek. Through Stephenson’s meticulous style, there’s a world being constructed within its pages, a world of couplets and tercets and blocks. She uses the precision and exactitude of a watchmaker to populate this landscape with beautiful details. Then, just…
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No Object, poetry by Natalie Shapero, reviewed by Nathan Moore
“It is unbefitting to believe in ghosts, to believe what one reads,what one writes.” —“Arranged Hours,” Natalie Shapero I have been in possession of Natalie Shapero’s No Object for a long time—about seven weeks. I should have turned in this review a while ago. The thing is, it caught me. Have you ever found…


