Author: Heavy Feather
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Flavor Town USA: Four Poems by James Miller
On the Beach Tonight we’re driving along the South Shore, looking for a party to crash. Adjunct hell, frayed Spanish grammar— but Stevie prefers his Iberian cheeses. Dairy farmers steep their rounds in caves up north, he tells me. Slots carved in stone, cabrales throbbing in the dark. Does the mold think, or dream? Tendrils…
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“Some Things I Miss & Some I Don’t,” a Side A prose poem by Sarah Dickenson Snyder
Some Things I Miss & Some I Don’t Maybe not missing is forgiving and missing is holding on, the way I can taste and smell Teaberry when I miss unwrapping a pack of that gum; I miss the first day of school as a kid, a just-bought outfit laid out on my made-bed like an…
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The Scarecrow Alibis, poems by Denver Butson, reviewed by Yolanda Pena Wright
In his fifth book, The Scarecrow Alibis, Denver Butson articulates the strangeness of being human in a manner befitting one of the best contemporary poets today—from the perspective of a scarecrow. The work contained in this book might be the poetic anthem of multiple generations whose longings transcend time and space. It’s possessed, with haunting…
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“I Have No Master, Whilst I Have No Clue”: An Interview with Zak Ferguson by Patrick Parks
Zak Ferguson describes himself as “an autistic experimental author, living in Brighton, UK, and co-founder (along with fiancée Laura-Jane Marshall) of the innovative, boundary-pushing Sweat Drenched Press.” In addition to his editorial duties—which include everything from reading submissions to formatting the books to designing the covers—he spends his spare time reviewing books and films for…
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New Fiction for Bad Survivalist: “Runoff” by Alexander Fredman
I learned to wait for rain. I learned to smell sickness in tinny bits of trash. I stuck my face in the trash. I inhaled. I split for some new terror. I dreamed of ways to evade capture. I evaded capture. I began all my sentences with I. Then I decided not to. Who was…
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Original Side A Essay: “On the Boulder” by David Capps
On the Boulder Begin with the proposition that the boulder is not a mountain. That you are not so relatively small. The proposition that the boulder is not a mountain locates itself in space where the body is: arms reaching, fingers outstretched, toes secured in familiar footholds; familiarity through the matter of scale. The proposition…
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Flavor Town USA Poetry: “I served Kirk Douglas at Swensen’s ice cream” by Laurel Benjamin
peach or butterbrickle, but never anything heavyin the year of the flood. “50 years in 50 weeks”wineries up north washed away, plateaus turnedto sand, minerals leached on the edges of the baywhere tall grass bent for ducks. I signed offon a wardrobe of black slacks & a white button down,but changed for clubbing into cargo…
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“Abandoned Cities in Need of Light”: Kara Dorris Reviews Psych Murders by Stephanie Heit
Stephanie Heit’s Psych Murders starts with a warning and a promise that draws us in and acts as comfort as well as trigger notice. In “Admission Threshold,” Heit holds the door open into psychiatric treatment, allows us to stand in the doorway, the “safest and strongest part of a structure,” as we take a cautious…
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“Twilight Zone Episodic Diagnoses”: Jonah Meyer Reviews Sommer Browning’s Poetry Collection Good Actors
Tell me which Twilight Zone episode you remember best, and I can tell you whether or not you’ll enjoy Sommer Browning’s 2022 poetry book, Good Actors. Pardon the spoiler alert, but the answer is a resounding “yes.” Browning’s introductory, one-sentence page “opens to reveal” for us an entryway, much like the open-curtain beginning of a…
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