Author: Heavy Feather

  • Haunted Passages: Three Poems by Rita Mookerjee

    Haunted Passages: Three Poems by Rita Mookerjee

    Pyre The ghost vibrates with the furyof someone who was flayed alivebut I like to pretend his death wasdignified like the silent drop ofa tiger lily petal no witnesses noscreams when he is awake henever stops working relentlessand viscous like mercury and herises from a soft grave to chop uphickory logs even though it takeshours…

  • Andrew C. Wenaus Discusses The Supply Chain with Aaron Schneider

    Andrew C. Wenaus Discusses The Supply Chain with Aaron Schneider

    Aaron Schneider is a queer settler living in London, Ontario. He is the Founding Editor at The /tƐmz/ Review, the Publisher at the chapbook press 845 Press, and an Assistant Professor in the Department of Writing Studies at Western University. His stories have appeared in The Danforth Review, Filling Station, The Ex-Puritan, Hamilton Arts and…

  • Fiction Review: Ben Lewellyn-Taylor Reads Emma Cline’s Novel The Guest

    Fiction Review: Ben Lewellyn-Taylor Reads Emma Cline’s Novel The Guest

    Alex, the young woman at the center of Emma Cline’s second novel, The Guest, spends a day at the beach among the wealthy residents on the East End of Long Island, appearing like she belongs. She’s staying with Simon, a man in his fifties, who has invited Alex to his house—with its high ceilings and…

  • Flavor Town USA Poetry: “How We Make Do” by Ginger Ayla

    Flavor Town USA Poetry: “How We Make Do” by Ginger Ayla

    My grandma said in the Depression they ate specks of marrow from the bone, in the Depression they’d wear out every man-made material to deterioration, so determined they were to love things to death. I am familiar with the economics of diminishing, have added more until it became less, squandered like backs and necks of…

  • Fiction for Bad Survivalist: “The Cheese Wheel Race” by Will Musgrove

    Fiction for Bad Survivalist: “The Cheese Wheel Race” by Will Musgrove

    Shirtless, you stare down the steep, grassy hill. At the bottom, men dressed as referees wait to catch you and the other competitors. Swinging the cheese wheel between bent knees, the mayor practices his launch. You scan the crowd for your personal trainer Terry. All week, he had you rolling and tumbling. He’d sneak up…

  • “Shrouded by death & isolation is a promise / a future”: Haunted Passages Poetry by Brekken Carns

    “Shrouded by death & isolation is a promise / a future”: Haunted Passages Poetry by Brekken Carns

    I. Wanted: the dead image of her human face — a sheep butchered on the dewy grass tongue dangling below its pale soft nose newborn-pink eyes frozen wild in terror (terror such a wild thing) as if in formalin the back right leg torn clean off, jagged muscles steaming and gone ripped from socket a…

  • “A Front-row Seat at the Horror Show”: Ann Leamon Reviews Lyudmyla Khersonska’s Poetry Collection Today Is a Different War

    “A Front-row Seat at the Horror Show”: Ann Leamon Reviews Lyudmyla Khersonska’s Poetry Collection Today Is a Different War

    One night you go to bed in your ordinary life, only to awaken transformed. Such a transformation occurred in February 2022 when Russia invaded Ukraine. Lyudmyla Khershonska’s wrenching, beautiful book of poems, Today Is a Different War, captures the sensation of being a citizen of a developed country on the doorstep of Europe only to…

  • “Openings”: William Lessard Interviews Adeena Karasick & Warren Lehrer

    “Openings”: William Lessard Interviews Adeena Karasick & Warren Lehrer

    Adeena Karasick is a Canadian poet based in New York. She is also a media artist, cultural theorist, and author of 14 books. Her most recent books include Ærotomania: The Book of Lumenations (Lavender Ink, 2023) and Massaging the Medium: 7 Pechakuchas (The Institute of General Semantics Press, 2022), which was shortlisted for Outstanding Book…

  • Three Poems by Rushing Pittman

    Three Poems by Rushing Pittman

    For a long time I’m unhappy then I’m fine … I’m fuller than any moon.I’m made of cobalt hearts.I’m everything inside the multitude of another.Here I am inside my kitchen peeling an apple.The apple takes up the entire room.Wonderful living with you and seeing you.No, I let you sleep.Or why we love or what love…