Author: Heavy Feather

Haunted Passages Short Fiction: “The Patron Saint of All Domestic Mishaps” by Sarp Sozdinler

First, the dryer broke. Then the walkie-talkie in Brian’s room. Then my mother-in-law’s little marble angels lined along the topmost shelf of our china cabinet. No doubt we were being tested in some divine way, likely by the god of domestic mishaps, with all his elaborate wirework and minor humiliations. Whatever the case, it was…
Poetry by Michael Ruby: “Tu Ti Spezzasti”

—Giuseppe Ungaretti the imminent forwardfinding this parkleaves the melting * limit false morefor all the lost songsarena of disobedience * long for hollow solesthrough solid orificesfull thought and icingregular polishhigher organ force * the force abides wholepillows the ringand alleviates a certain * listen to silverhostess bending low * filaments of iceregistrars of hopepongo of…
Ryan Bollenbach: A Memorial Excerpt from His Chapbook Letters from a Strange Land

I first got acquainted with Ryan through his submission to our print issue, Vol. 6, where he sent two poems called “sometimes the word for tender isn’t tender.” Fortunately I’ll always have these poems to connect me back to that person and, now, his chapbook, Letters from a Strange Land, which he recently published with Carrion…
Poetry for Flavor Town USA: “A Love Letter to My Emotionally-Intelligent Air Fryer” by Anne Panning

Everyone said Goodwill will soon be flooded with you and your ilk. Butlast night I snuggled four frozen ovals of cheese bread inside your dark chamber. As if putting kids down for naps. Shh. When I tucked them intoyour warm, safe cave, your darkness held them tenderly. You melt the cheese to perfect brown freckles…
Laurie Price for Side A: Two Poems

Star Shining to get to the trees.Of light, of exact evening.A crescent whistles, scissorsin a narrow path. A long transitpasses at night pluckingat its verges. Who goes there?Who? Who gets to seam insidewith its out? A white lily like a talisman. Its light. Planted a little, partlyblack or walled—or buried. Justnot there in the dark,…
Side A Flash Nonfiction: “High Maintenance” by Jade McGregor

High Maintenance After my mentally ill ex moves out, I, also having moved the mental illness goalpost right off the soccer pitch, start doing things again: using bar soap, taking milk-less jugs to the return-it depot, vacuuming. I drip water all over the bathroom counter if I want. I pull the crown off the tub…
Fiction from the Future: “New York, New York: A Wikipedia Page” by Subrina Moorley

New York, New York From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia This is the latest accepted revision, reviewed on October 22, 2046. “New York” and “New York City” redirects here. For other uses, see Old New York. New York, New York is the largest amusement park of its kind in the world. The park is located on…
“This Landscape Is a Monster”: Adam Camiolo Reviews Mónica Ojeda’s Novel Electric Shamans at the Festival of the Sun

We are living in a shared apocalyptic dream, go ask anyone. Every headline a prophecy of doom, every drizzle diluvian, every vibrato a volcano. The world is being undone, line by line, voice by voice, note by note. It is a time of discord, and Electric Shamans at the Festival of the Sun, the new…
Two Poems for Haunted Passages by B. Anne Kalicki

Treno verso nord To the left a climbing sea, there and far,the cry grew only direction.A loose refrain of granite and supposed forms,under every movement.Hear the exact skies, a journeyed breathtuning to chicory, no questionor wild gladiolus, just tracing,never decided.I am real, after all, prima donnasaid gravely as her spotlight. Ponte del Diavolo and hilltopscast no…