Author: Heavy Feather

Poetry Review: Scott Ferry Reviews Lillian Nećakov’s Poetry Chapbook The World Is Beautiful

If you don’t know Lillian Nećakov she is a humble but stellar poet out of Toronto. It is hard to explain her work because it slips out of convention and time and space and identity all in the space of one line. Even though I count myself blessed to be her friend, I have never…
New Poetry: “How to Help” by Kim D. Bailey

When momma cooked supper I washedthe dishes, while my sister dried, caressingthem like a crystal ball, and we sawour unmapped futures.Babies are made this way, we clenchour teeth hold our breath hope for more, sometimesless. We got what we prayed for, morethan we expected.Momma can’t wash the dishes anymore.We wring our hands, howl at windmills, feelthe earth fall upon…
Hybrid Work for Bad Survivalist: “Clerical Errors” by Chris Cocca

There were some clerical mistakes, so everyone who’d been to college was hastily issued officer swords. We were meant to sheath them in holes on the floor and swing leather satchels with flourish. I failed at this. The drill instructor was surprisingly patient, becoming an actor and theatre teacher, not even five feet. The more…
Original Poetry by Britt Bustos: “If I Were a Scientist”

would’ve made foaming volcanoes instead of tri-fold book blurbs at sixth-grade state-mandated science fairs. I would propose hypotheses on how much anxiety affects comorbidity with eating disorders, the same way I feel when chewing thin split nails could be the way I crave seaweed-stained fingers in between my teeth. holding back coughs searching for…
Side A Short Story: “My Oncologist” by Trevor J. Houser

My Oncologist After being told I had a year to live, I decided one evening to visit my oncologist’s private residence in Pacific Heights. It is a very nice neighborhood. Homes like state capitol buildings clad in armor of Italian cypress. When I arrived at my oncologist’s address, a stream of people in costume was…
Poetry from the Future: “A Wave” by Jared Sagar

Sometimes a whole year slips by. Verity said the Inuit died as ice closed around their meat-holes. There is always skin, skin on ruins, trawls in chlorine. I wave moronically at widow peaks, a window’s orange fire, at bone receding cringe, pink telluric kids inspecting jetsam in the illusional pool. My reptilian friend, welcome, can…
Fiction Review: Katharine Coldiron Reads Morris Collins’ Sophomore Novel The Tavern at the End of History

Those who choose to enter Morris Collins’ second novel, The Tavern at the End of History, should do so with a focused mind and a strong heart. It’s a philosophically complex, emotionally wrenching experience. Among its rewards are opportunities to think and reckon deeply with the “black hole … at the heart of the century”…
“A World to Come”: Sarah Giragosian Reads Natalya Sukhonos’ Poetry Collection Sunlight Trapped in Stone

“Mount St. Helens in ashes,” writes Natalya Sukhonos in her newest poetry collection Sunlight Trapped in Stone, setting the scene for a dazzling ars poetica: “Enter the ballooning spider / who sends a long silken thread / into the molten core / only to let go.” Here, Sukhonos nods to the iconic American poets of…
“A Brief but at Times Illuminating Encounter”: Matthew Kinlin Interviews Literary Translator Frank Garrett

Frank Garrett is an independent scholar, writer, and literary translator based in Dallas, Texas. We spoke over Zoom about his projects in translation, philosophy, and specifically his ongoing work around queer Polish poet Józef Czechowicz (1903 – 1939), whose novel The Story of the Paper Crown he translated for Sublunary Editions in 2023. He is…