Category: Poetry

  • “May 11th”: An Unreleased Collaborative Erasure by Amaranth Borsuk & Andy Fitch

    “May 11th”: An Unreleased Collaborative Erasure by Amaranth Borsuk & Andy Fitch

    Ryan Bollenbach here. Heavy Feather Review is publishing short pieces on the blog from writers who have collaborated on previous projects in order to give potential collaborators ideas and stoke excitement for The Zachary Doss Friends in Letters Memorial Fellowship (collaboration itself being the biggest takeaway I hope to create from all this). Please read…

  • “Human Tetris”: A Collaborative Exposé from Vi Khi Nao & Ali Raz

    “Human Tetris”: A Collaborative Exposé from Vi Khi Nao & Ali Raz

    Ryan Bollenbach here. Heavy Feather Review is publishing short pieces on the blog from writers who have collaborated on previous projects in order to give potential collaborators ideas and stoke excitement for The Zachary Doss Friends in Letters Memorial Fellowship (collaboration itself being the biggest takeaway I hope to create from all this). Please read…

  • Clara Trippe: Three Poems

    Clara Trippe: Three Poems

    Silence for Those Who NestA poem for Homero Gómez González, environmental activist and protector of monarch butterflies You sleep with a closed fist,               and uncurl your fingers in the morning.                     Lyingwhen you say your dreams were gentle:                                your peace is none of my business.The oils on our palms are…

  • The Future: Three Poems by Holly Day

    The Future: Three Poems by Holly Day

    Despite My Reservations Regarding the Apocalypse the dragon outside my bedroom window tells methat the end is coming soon, that it’s okay to get drunkfucked up, fuck around, because it’s all going to come crashing downso very soonthat there’s no reason to practice prudence or prudishness. it blinks its giganticblue-green eyes at me through the…

  • Four Poems from The Future by Jim Redmond

    Four Poems from The Future by Jim Redmond

    Aperture I don’t know why I had to start doubting GodI thinkit might have something to do with the governmentsomething about the redshiftI think many strange things I have not thoughtbeforemany small mothscovering my facethe lengthof their tongueslike what it mustfeel like to have skinsearching across methe life expectancyof so many lonely starsthat I don’t…

  • Nance Van Winckel: “Hole in the Fence,” a  hybrid collage/graphic/poem-story excerpt for Bad Survivalist

    Nance Van Winckel: “Hole in the Fence,” a hybrid collage/graphic/poem-story excerpt for Bad Survivalist

    *Ed.’s Note: click images to view larger sizes. Nance Van Winckel’s fifth book of fiction is Ever Yrs., a novel in the form of a scrapbook (Twisted Road Publications, 2014); her eighth book of poems is Our Foreigner (Beyond Baroque Press, 2017, winner of the Pacific Coast Poetry Series). A book of visual poetry entitled…

  • Alice Hall: “O SONG BOX,” a visual poem hybrid for Bad Survivalist

    Alice Hall: “O SONG BOX,” a visual poem hybrid for Bad Survivalist

    *Ed.’s Note: click image to view larger size. Alice Hall is a poet and educator currently pursuing her PhD in the Poetics Program at the University at Buffalo, SUNY. Before Buffalo, she taught poetry and writing in Portland, Oregon, where she earned her MFA. Her poems are published or forthcoming from Cleaver Magazine, Prelude, Dream…

  • Lauren Ireland: Two Poem Rituals for Haunted Passages

    Lauren Ireland: Two Poem Rituals for Haunted Passages

    Ritual for Becoming Unborn Become a secretthat turns itself inside outbecome the remotest part of yourselfbecome a snake that becomes a dark boatslicing through black brackish waterrich mud, crackling dying thingsquiet dead things.The moon cuts the water andthat’s where you fit your bodyinto the groove of cold light.The water closes around you.The water reflects nothing.Think…

  • Haunted Passages: “Samples from a Wichita Mountains Ontology,” a hybrid haunting by Seth Copeland

    Haunted Passages: “Samples from a Wichita Mountains Ontology,” a hybrid haunting by Seth Copeland

    *Ed.’s Note: click images to view larger sizes. One summer a man fell while rappelling in the Narrows//We could hear him moan up on a cliff/his friends bright puffy squirrels circling//A helicopter lifted him out to Oklahoma City//We never heard what his next ascent was / purple horsemint flanks the lakesidetower\\we gargoyle the boulders keepingpeople…