Author: Heavy Feather

  • “Our Flaws Can Define Our Growth”: An Interview with Jay Halsey by Gina Tron

    “Our Flaws Can Define Our Growth”: An Interview with Jay Halsey by Gina Tron

    Jay Halsey’s poems and prose have been published in several online and print journals and nominated for Pushcart and Best of the Net. He was born and raised in Dayton, Ohio, and has lived on the Colorado Front Range for the past seventeen years. His photography has been used as cover art for poetry collections and…

  • Allison Wyss Interviews Farah Ali about Her Debut Novel The River, The Town

    Allison Wyss Interviews Farah Ali about Her Debut Novel The River, The Town

    Farah Ali’s The River, The Town is a gorgeous first novel about a Pakistani family navigating poverty, drought, and generational trauma. Farah and I spoke on September 27 about climate disaster around the world, how desperate circumstances lead her characters to make unexpected choices, and the idea that it’s not just food and water that’s…

  • “But the Nightingale”: William Lessard Interviews Diane Seuss

    “But the Nightingale”: William Lessard Interviews Diane Seuss

    Diane Seuss is the author of six books of poetry. frank: sonnets won the 2022 Pulitzer Prize for Poetry, the National Book Critics Circle Award for Poetry and the PEN/Voelcker Prize. Still Life with Two Dead Peacocks and a Girl was a finalist for the National Book Critics Circle Award and the Los Angeles Times…

  • Haunted Passages Nonfiction: “Ghost Beach” by Asha Dore

    Haunted Passages Nonfiction: “Ghost Beach” by Asha Dore

    Every Friday after Grief Group, Jen took me on blind dates. The first two dates had been a boring bust, watching dudes light up bowls of bad weed in their parents’ basement. “Sophomores are so immature,” Jen said, passing me a joint. I sat in the passenger seat of her ancient 4Runner, parked in front…

  • New Short Comic for Side A: “Young Lions” by Hal Flower

    New Short Comic for Side A: “Young Lions” by Hal Flower

    Mini-interview with Hal Flower HFR: Can you share a moment that has shaped you as a writer (or continues to)? HF: While attending a series of screenings of Krzysztof Kieślowski’s The Decalogue, I came to understand that the writer’s aspiration ought to be clarity, not complexity. HFR: What are you reading? HF: Having recently finished…

  • Poetry Review: Nathan D. Metz Reads Marisa Lin’s Dream Elevator

    Poetry Review: Nathan D. Metz Reads Marisa Lin’s Dream Elevator

    Of all our wonderful and slightly un-universal definitions we have for poetry, perhaps the one most present and pressing to our twenty-first-century imaginations is that poetry, by its mere existence, is an attempt to reckon with movement—its nature, reasons, and consequences. In Marisa Lin’s first chapbook Dream Elevator,a title that invokes both physical and psychic…

  • Poetry Chapbook Review: Jess Chua Reads Root Rot by Rhienna Renée Guedry

    Poetry Chapbook Review: Jess Chua Reads Root Rot by Rhienna Renée Guedry

    Root Rot, Rhienna Renée Guedry’s debut chapbook, piqued my curiosity for several reasons. For as long as I remember, I’ve loved nature and the environment. I also enjoy examining the darker side of life and the psyche, and how we cope when processing experiences like loss and grief. Furthermore, the poems were written on or…

  • Sandra Marchetti: Three Poems for Haunted Passages

    Sandra Marchetti: Three Poems for Haunted Passages

    Lake at Dusk            for GMH He said it shonelike shook foil.It was that butadd gas rainingthen light a match,or plug it in.It was as if youthrew live coilsbeneath, a sparkingroil the kayakssliced throughto reach the draping shore. Crustacean Like pinball flippers or the barin a coin pusher game, redlegs scuttle to the rock’s edgewhere my…

  • New Side A Flash Fiction: “Don’t Look at the New Moon Through Glass” by Alison L. Fraser

    New Side A Flash Fiction: “Don’t Look at the New Moon Through Glass” by Alison L. Fraser

    Don’t Look at the New Moon Through Glass I put her superstitions away for later, when she had proven herself to be a ghost. Hand outstretched towards me, obscenities dripped from her fingers, her brain encased in cancer, her frontal lobe an abyss of dead matter, she told me not to leave her with that…