Author: Heavy Feather

  • “I Have No Master, Whilst I Have No Clue”: An Interview with Zak Ferguson by Patrick Parks

    “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…

  • New Fiction for Bad Survivalist: “Runoff” by Alexander Fredman

    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…

  • Original Side A Essay: “On the Boulder” by David Capps

    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…

  • Flavor Town USA Poetry: “I served Kirk Douglas at Swensen’s ice cream” by Laurel Benjamin

    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…

  • “Abandoned Cities in Need of Light”: Kara Dorris Reviews Psych Murders by Stephanie Heit

    “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…

  • “Twilight Zone Episodic Diagnoses”: Jonah Meyer Reviews Sommer Browning’s Poetry Collection Good Actors

    “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…

  • John Elizabeth Stintzi in Conversation with Cameron Finch about My Volcano

    John Elizabeth Stintzi in Conversation with Cameron Finch about My Volcano

    John Elizabeth Stintzi is a non-binary writer, artist, and editor who grew up on a cattle farm in northwestern Ontario. Their work has been awarded the 2019 RBC Bronwen Wallace Award for Emerging Writers, The Malahat Review’s 2019 Long Poem Prize, the Sator New Works Award, and has been shortlisted for the Amazon Canada First…

  • Side A: “Winning Poem” by Bunkong Tuon

    Side A: “Winning Poem” by Bunkong Tuon

    Winning Poem I try not to let it get to me.After all, what has poetry done for them?Did it stop the Khmer Rouge from makingGhosts of neighbors and family members?Did hands let go of sickles,Were throats spared?Did poetry fill ditches with lotusesAnd streams with fish?Did it bring back loved ones?What does it matter that my…

  • Side A Half-Sonnets from Now, Here, This by Ron Silliman

    Side A Half-Sonnets from Now, Here, This by Ron Silliman

    For Terence Winch & Ivan Sokolov ● Debby Harry listed as “someone you may know” on Facebook. The squirrel freezes along the trunk of the tree, barely breathing until the hawk soars off. The rot in Lenin’s tomb starts to bloom. She finds an empty pill bottle in the compost. The stanza begins elegant, ends…