Heather Fowler is a Renaissance woman, and I’m not speaking of her lush lips, her vibrant red hair, or her jeweled eyes. She is a writer, poet, playwright, screenwriter, painter, and mother, and now she is the author of a debut collection of stories, Suspended Heart, just out from Aqueous Books. It’s a dazzling collection of magical realism, from boys made of clay and girls made of razor blades, to Philip Dick-esque replicants, to vampires and heroic parrots. I talked with Heather about the collection, her emotional pulses, her inner old lady, and more: