Conundrum by Will McMillan
Elvis Presley’s warbling on the overhead speakers as Mom and I browse a warm, wood-splashed Barnes & Noble. She wants to buy a puzzle for my nephew in Florida. She turns to me. “Oh god, the day Elvis died?…
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Dog’s Rothko by Sara Grace
And the sun and the sun and the sun! And the wet grass, wet on the nose, scent of dew and worm and no yes no yes, another! Meat, meat in the bread, fire on the meat. Somewhere in…
Pareidolia by Kelly Pedro
My mother sees my father’s face everywhere. Last week it was in our neighbour’s wilting asters. Then, an angry version in a banana she decided to save. “Maybe it’ll brown into the Virgin Mary, and we can sell it…
My Mother the Nectarine by Megan Haeuser
My mother never ripened. When she was young, they bit into her and stopped the natural ripening process. After they’d spit her out, she stayed green until she began to rot. At the end of her life she was…
Archeophony by Sean Trott
When I was a young boy, my mother showed me how to tune the radio to hear the voices of the dead. The secret, she explained, lay not only in the frequency one landed on but in the precise…
they shine among gods. by Kym Cunningham
This is a story that has already happened. It is also happening right now. It is never not happening. In a land that touches our own, there lived four sisters. Like all, they were both and not special for…
Hybrid Interview: Deborah Jackson Taffa
Essay by Gabriel Moseley • I had the great pleasure of meeting Deborah Jackson Taffa at the Vermont Studio Center in October 2023, where she was the Visiting Writer. It was stick season—the dismal threshold between the time of…
Show, Don’t Tell: What AI Can’t Do
By Laura Hartenberger • Teaching writing at university sometimes makes me feel like an academic imposter. Compared to my students’ other college courses, with their weighty textbooks, weekly quizzes, and the expectation of all-nighters, my writing classes, I fear,…
Big-Mouth Mitchie by sheena d.
Mitchie’s mechanical pencil shatters into a hundred billion trillion pieces. “Dewanda, behave!” the teacher screams at me. She don’t know us or our names or remember that Dewanda goes to a new school now. So we don’t call her…
Interview: Halle Hill
We are thrilled to announce Halle Hill, author of the award-winning debut short story collection, Good Women, as the guest judge for the CRAFT 2025 Short Fiction Prize. In celebration of the contest’s launch, Halle Hill generously granted Editor…