Author: Heavy Feather

  • Howie Good: Four Prose Poems for Haunted Passages

    Howie Good: Four Prose Poems for Haunted Passages

    Joseph K. One evening he stopped on the sidewalk in front of the lighted display window of a little bookshop, his attention caught by the cover of a parody edition of the Kama Sutra called Kama Suture. If only he had the nerve to invest, there was a fortune to be made in ladies undergarments.…

  • Fiction Review: Gabriel Welsch Reads Benjamin Drevlow’s Story Collection Honky

    Fiction Review: Gabriel Welsch Reads Benjamin Drevlow’s Story Collection Honky

    Not quite equal parts nonfiction and fiction, the stories in Honky show the life of a young man growing up white and poor in rural “Northernass Wisconsin” who then moves to “Southernass Georgia” as an adult. His enthusiasm for spaces that, in the years he was growing up, were closely associated with Black culture—basketball and…

  • “Transformations in Unknowable Ways”: John Schertzer Reads John Madera’s Story Collection Nervosities

    “Transformations in Unknowable Ways”: John Schertzer Reads John Madera’s Story Collection Nervosities

    Nervosities, John Madera’s distinctive and expansive new story collection, may be categorized as postmodern, since much of its reflexive concerns and critique align with post-1968 French philosophical questions, albeit without the pomo fizz and jizz of the 1990s pop-speculative agon. The stories also betray a deep proclivity for the best of Modernism, e.g., formal and…

  • Fiction from the Future: “Professor & I” by Mukul

    Fiction from the Future: “Professor & I” by Mukul

    Outside, at dawn, this is same dew that was once a cloud, once a river, once a pond, once a ray of the sun, once a dust of the stars, and who knows maybe once a syllable of the Word. These ornaments of nature, ornaments of language, an exercise in style and sound and sight…

  • Side A Poem: “Prodigal” by Michael Juliani

    Side A Poem: “Prodigal” by Michael Juliani

    Prodigal My phone rings all hoursof the night with my grandmother wanting her mother, her sister,her husband, anyone dead who still walks the housein her mind. I repeat a script my mother taught meto soothe her back to sleep, then try it on myself,ears open to the screech owls and red-crowned parrotscommingled in the blue…

  • Side A: Two Poems by Wes Civilz

    Side A: Two Poems by Wes Civilz

    Bullet List of Shame-Based Issues ● The stunning fact of shame’s preeminence In all I say and do and make and think ● Blue gloomy penis: an impediment ● The lazy way I use my blood as ink ● Eating my food so fast I hate myself ● Wolfing down burgers easily, I’m busily Constructing…

  • Fiction Review: Matt Martinson Reads Vi Khi Nao’s Novel The Italy Letters

    Fiction Review: Matt Martinson Reads Vi Khi Nao’s Novel The Italy Letters

    The epistolary form has been standard in literary fiction more or less since its inception. We’ve seen it done well and originally in authors like Ovid and Samuel Richardson, cleverly reimagined by folks like Mariama Ba, Julie Schumacher, Roberto Bolano, and Calvin Kasulke. In fact, I’ve seen it done so well, and in so many…

  • Poetry Review: Daniel Barbiero Reads Léon-Paul Fargue’s Collection High Solitude

    Poetry Review: Daniel Barbiero Reads Léon-Paul Fargue’s Collection High Solitude

    In A Wave of Dreams, Louis Aragon named him one of the “Presidents of the Republic of Dreams,” along with such figures as Sigmund Freud, Pierre Reverdy, and Giorgio de Chirico; in the first Manifesto of Surrealism, André Breton declared that he was “surrealist in atmosphere” if not in fact. He was Léon-Paul Fargue (1876-1947),…

  • Side A Fiction: “The joint is mine, the wine is yours” by Tomasz Lesniara

    Side A Fiction: “The joint is mine, the wine is yours” by Tomasz Lesniara

    The joint is mine, the wine is yours London was lonely. Cold. Empty. As soon as the sun went down and all the pint glasses were sprayed with boiling water inside silver, industrial dishwashers—it was time for laptops and noodles. One of the most celebrated cities on the planet turned into an abandoned ship, drifting…