Author: Heavy Feather

Nonfiction Review: Kristen Hall-Geisler Visits D. Harlan Wilson’s Kubrickian Filmind Strangelove Country

I was having dinner with a few friends, bookish cinephiles all, so I mentioned that I was reading D. Harlan Wilson’s Strangelove Country. I explained the very basic premise of the book: four of Stanley Kubrick’s films—Dr. Strangelove, or How I Learned to Love the Bomb, 2001: A Space Odyssey, A Clockwork Orange, and A.I.…
Poetry from the Future: “Beads of Time” by Dmitry Blizniuk (Translated by Sergey Gerasimov)

It’s getting dark, slantwise, just a notch from eternity.The ballerina of reverietakes slowly offher pointes of silence.Left … now the right one … A long sigh … A fence; birds made of twisted iron hungrily peck the rust. A black cat glides along the façade.The radiant rapiers of electric light are trembling;the streetlights in fencer’s masks(the left hand…
Sections 63-67 from erroreum: Original Poetry by Jonathan Hobratsch

⥈ ⥈ word that ends all words aglee with me what you do not do will destroy you break me like a glass behind every poem is a poem like imagining Picasso painting his own exposed entrails ⥈ ⥈ join us join us or or die be the failure and avail it another timeI have…
“Friends Also Make Time to Relax Together”: Jim Feast Reads Barbara Henning’s Celebration of Women’s Friendships in Poetic Prose Girlfriend

Those who know something of Barbara Henning’s life history through the reading of her other works, such as Ferne (Spuyten Duyvil, 2022) and Just Like That (Spuyten Duyvil, 2018) will recognize she has followed an unusual trajectory. Coming from a working-class background and suffering an early blow in the death of her young mother, she…
New Poem by Dustin Brookshire: “For the Hetero Professor Whose Student Writes a Gay Poem, Some Workshop Advice”

So, I used cum in a poem. Yes, you know: spunk, jizz, leche, or as the medical professional might say, semen. I used cum in the poem I submitted to your workshop, a poem about how my mother demanded I stop writing gay poetry. In this poem about a poem I doubled down on the…
Side A: Two Poems by Peter Leight

Escapism in Pictures Lifting my headlike a passengerdrawing picturesin the airin front of me This one is a pictureof not being here In this one I’mopening the doorwith the tipof my tongueand walking out with my tonguein my hand Not even waitinguntil it’s timewhen is it time? Lifting my headand leaning into the air as…
Original Side A Poetry by Brenton Booth: “Whispers”

Whispers I gave away our old clothesdryer for free a few hoursearlier to a young happy couple.Carefully helping them load itinside their sleek new metallic grayvan. Remembering the day wefirst bought it. You delicatelystroking its clear unblemisheddoor like a newborn childin the light freshly renovatedbathroom of our just rentedseventh-floor city apartment.Feeling nothing but totaloptimism for…
Two Poems for Flavor Town USA: John Gallaher

Some Details We Missed On the Tour You open it, start. And leave it open, to return to. But the mood perhaps never strikes. Sorry, I was just thinking of the vacuum decay death of the universe again, that should’ve happened by now, and I guess I got a bit ahead of myself. Lavender is…
Fiction Review: Dave Fitzgerald Reads Jess Hagemann’s Documentarian Novel Mother-Eating

Back when I was growing up—a good, Christian boy in the suburban South—there were pretty much three cults that everyone knew by place or name: Waco, Jonestown, and Heaven’s Gate. That was the list. Sure, our parents would decry large-scale organizations like Scientology and Mormonism as cults, but (fair or not) that was largely denigratory,…