Author: Heavy Feather

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

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

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

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

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…
Prose Poetry for Haunted Passages: “Just Nothing” by Ivan de Monbrison

It is necessary to turn the other way the way time goes like in a clock but by going backwards the hands of the clock go backwards as well your eyes have been gouged out from your face from your face which is made only of skin there is skin your own skin over your…
“With Breath Line to Line”: Kara Dorris Reads in coming light by Ashley Howell Bunn

Too often poetry is synonymous with the mind rather than the body, but, as Emily Dickinson reminds us, poetry should make “[our] whole body so cold no fire can ever warm [us].” Instead of forgetting the world and our bodies beyond the page, Ashley Howell Bunn’s somatic writing encourages us to use our breath, our…
“I try to write the most embarrassing thing I can think of”: Peter Valente Reads Eileen Myles’ Anthology of Pathetic Literature

Pathetic Literature, an anthology edited by Eileen Myles, is a wide-ranging collection of writers and poets, both in the US and abroad. It offers us an intricate mosaic, where each story resonates with the other, developing themes and ideas in a subtle way. I can only hint at some of the major themes in this…
Side A: Three Poems by Peter Leight

As Long as I’m Patient I’m Waiting for You Laying my laptop on my lap like a paperweight holding it in place, smoothing my lap opening up my hands like a checkbook, when you add up the profit and you add up the loss is it supposed to be the same amount? As long as…