Author: Heavy Feather

  • Fiction Review: Dave Fitzgerald Reads Elle Nash’s Deliver Me

    Fiction Review: Dave Fitzgerald Reads Elle Nash’s Deliver Me

    We teach people how to treat us. I don’t remember exactly where I first heard this little nugget of pop psychological wisdom, but it’s remained one of my most contemplated, and shared pieces of advice ever since. It sounds so simple, but for many people, myself included, it’s a truism that bears regular reminding. Though…

  • Poetry Review: Dave Karp Reads Hydra Medusa or Give the One You Want Away by Brandon Shimoda

    Poetry Review: Dave Karp Reads Hydra Medusa or Give the One You Want Away by Brandon Shimoda

    Brandon Shimoda’s Hydra Medusa or Give the One You Want Away is a tantalizing book, one that unfolds through myriad echoes, motifs, and repetitions. Begun as a three-years-long daybook in response to the poet family’s peripatetic life and work and as a continuation of Shimoda’s 2018 The Desert: The Song Cave, this also conjures up…

  • Original Short Fiction from The Future: “Hard Boiled Ovaries” by Marty B. Rivers

    Original Short Fiction from The Future: “Hard Boiled Ovaries” by Marty B. Rivers

    Xiang Lee arrived home from work greeted by his Siamese cat, perched on the kitchen counter. “I’m hungry. Feed me.” Xiang blinked, looked at the cat, “Did you just speak, Toshiko?” “I’m hungry,” repeated Toshiko, pacing. “Feed me. I want sardines.” Toshiko then screamed a baby-cry of dissatisfaction. Wide-eyed and trembling from what Xiang considered…

  • Mary Ellen Thompson Talks to Dawn Major about The Bystanders

    Mary Ellen Thompson Talks to Dawn Major about The Bystanders

    An avid fan of the rodeo and cowboy hats, Dawn Major has crafted her debut novel, The Bystanders, which, at first glance, appears to be an academic commentary about American society. But appearances are deceiving. Set in a small town in Missouri in the 1980s, this story uniquely captures the essence of the characters’ lives…

  • Poetry from The Future: “The Night the Moon Left Us” by Sam Bovard

    Poetry from The Future: “The Night the Moon Left Us” by Sam Bovard

    The night the moon left us all the spiders lost their webs.Gossamer lay empty in the corners as they crawled outThe windows and cracks, haphazard,Drunk in the dull wind. We climbed onto the roofUnder a light drizzle, the darkening terracottaSliding like scree underfoot.She was the head of a nail at that point,Barely visible through the…

  • Fiction Review: Atsushi Ikeda Reads The Book Of: A Compendium by Frank Peak

    Fiction Review: Atsushi Ikeda Reads The Book Of: A Compendium by Frank Peak

    Early on in Frank Peak’s The Book Of, a man named Hat breaks a dollar for two quarters with a newspaper vendor. He checks the dates on the coins, and if his “private smile” at the vendor means anything, maybe those coins are a Bicentennial and a 1965, like the two quarters he’s carried around,…

  • “Shut Up and Work: Labor and Alienation in Babak Lakghomi’s South” by Corey Qureshi

    “Shut Up and Work: Labor and Alienation in Babak Lakghomi’s South” by Corey Qureshi

    Workplaces and life settings can often be characterized by static, particular moods. At times, these moods can be disrupted by outbursts that disturb all acclimated to norms. Some grow irritated, wanting to silence the foreign phenomena as quickly as possible. Disturbance can bring intense, unwanted change. B is the first-person lead of Babak Lakghomi’s new…

  • New Haunted Passages Poem: “The Bedroom Endures an Owl” by Ginna Luck

    New Haunted Passages Poem: “The Bedroom Endures an Owl” by Ginna Luck

    All the walls are being eaten by something. All the booksdie before we do. The framed photos fill our throats.Each corner slows out vowels like flat stones.The door reflects an owl. A pigeon sobs a shovel.A creature’s tiny legs rip like flint. An object under the bedsnaps like a deer ankle.An object crushed in the…

  • New Side A Fiction: “Bricknose” by K.P. Taylor

    New Side A Fiction: “Bricknose” by K.P. Taylor

    Bricknose It was like when Randy Johnson killed that dove during spring training. It came sailing out of left field just as Randy fired off his fastball, and a moment later, it exploded into a cloud of feathers. Just like in those old cartoons. Well, that’s what it was like this morning, except it was…