Author: Heavy Feather

  • New Side A Poem: “In Praise of Point Break in 15 Parts” by Drevlow

    New Side A Poem: “In Praise of Point Break in 15 Parts” by Drevlow

    In Praise of Point Break in 15 Parts 1. Gary Busey says, Surf’s up, ace.Says, Welcome to SeaWorld, kid.Says, Just act stoned and ask questions.Gary Busey has been a cop in LA for twenty-two years.And in those twenty-two years, two big things have changed.The air got dirty and the sex got clean, he says.Drum roll…

  • Poetry Review: G.H. Mosson Reads Mag Gabbert’s Sex Depression Animals

    Poetry Review: G.H. Mosson Reads Mag Gabbert’s Sex Depression Animals

    As part of the arc of autobiographical American poetry, Mag Gabbert’s academic-press debut is a chiseled, yet tender self-portrait across lyric poems that skate around finalities and resonate through intersecting images, vignettes, and emotions. In this way, Gabbert’s heartfelt, jagged, and impressive poetry marks a departure from confessionalism’s origins in landed insight: Plath’s epiphanies, Lowell’s…

  • New Poetry for Side A: “Is Gone/Are Back” by Maria Fischer

    New Poetry for Side A: “Is Gone/Are Back” by Maria Fischer

    Is Gone/Are Back Credit reports Are gone. Calorie counting Is gone. The addictions counselor Is gone. The scrip for clomipramine Is gone. Poor cell phone reception Is gone. Flying commercial Is gone. Spoilers Are gone. Capitalism Is gone. Jellyfish Are back. And not the crafted kind, crocheted out of discarded plastic bags, extensions left behind…

  • Flavor Town USA Poetry: “Our Very First Shared Fig Newton, 1986” by Zebulon Huset

    Flavor Town USA Poetry: “Our Very First Shared Fig Newton, 1986” by Zebulon Huset

    A buried poem* of Edna St. Vincent Millay’s “First Fig” My early cookie preference was for classics—Oreo, Chips Ahoy, the exotic Nutter Butterfor special occasions that don’t requirecandle or cake. All day at summer campfending off “Indian” burns and wet williesat the same time, mealtimes the only respitefor both of us, it seemed. Our otherwiseempty…

  • “What the body will say when you’re dead”: A New Side A Poem by Jeff King

    “What the body will say when you’re dead”: A New Side A Poem by Jeff King

    What the body will say when you’re dead He swallowed pills   abilify   aristada   atenolol   benzodiazepine   buspar  chantix   divalproex sodium   lithium   paxil  warfarin   zoloft   zyprexa   for thoughts   that didn’t make sense  for fixing a body He lived   smoking a cigarette   on the porch   in the street   in a portrait with ferns   a portrait of placid water   …

  • “Like a knight of stone who smiles”: On Robert Desnos’ Poetry Collection Night of Loveless Nights by Peter Valente

    “Like a knight of stone who smiles”: On Robert Desnos’ Poetry Collection Night of Loveless Nights by Peter Valente

    I first became aware of Robert Desnos’ poetry, as well as many of the works of the surrealists, in The Random House Book of Twentieth Century French Poetry edited by Paul Auster. The poem that was central to me in that volume was “No, Love Is Not Dead,” translated by Bill Zavatsky, with that memorable…

  • Poetry Review: Sarah Sarai Reads Harsh Realm by Daniel Nester

    Poetry Review: Sarah Sarai Reads Harsh Realm by Daniel Nester

    A poetic navigation through the Nineties, Daniel Nester’s Harsh Realm is a palooza of a collection, nimble of word and beautifully designed. Its poems reveal the moving parts of someone who, it would seem, doesn’t cease movement of geography or vision. While many of the poems are reflective, romantic, revelatory, you know, poemy, the opener, “My…

  • “One Punch”: A Haunted Passages Prose Poem by John Wall Barger

    “One Punch”: A Haunted Passages Prose Poem by John Wall Barger

    Either he dies or I die.—Duk-Koo Kim, before his 1982 world championship boxing match with Ray Boom Boom Mancini I. The boxer Duk-Koo Kim grew up poor in Kojin, a fishing village east of Seoul. Whenever he asked for money his mother walloped him. His mother married four times. At fourteen he moved to Seoul,…

  • “Story”: Side A Prose Poetry by Wendy Taylor Carlisle

    “Story”: Side A Prose Poetry by Wendy Taylor Carlisle

    Story I say I don’t want to tell my story but it’s all I want to talk about. The husbands, lovers, one-night-stands, the sweet weekend-artists, I have to rehash them, have to describe that room in Antwerp that looked out on the Zoo—red walls and an hourly rate, across the place from where the railway…