On a warm, wet November day like this one, I saw what I thought was some drunk, some ambitious drunk, stumbling up Route 376 with his takeout. It was the sort of thing I might have been tempted to ignore.…
Here are the new releases we are most looking forward to this month, including several by CRAFT contributors! Leesa Cross-Smith, So We Can Glow: Stories “Leesa Cross-Smith is such a beguiling writer and her skills are on full display in So We Can…
The following is excerpted from “The Sandbox Story,” by Candace Walsh, included in the anthology Santa Fe Noir, ed. Ariel Gore. Used with permission of the author and Akashic Books. I work at home, but my office has its…
We make a ton of money off Christmas in July, because customers have too much hope. It’s not their fault. Me and Rubina feed it to them. We decorate Paradise Pawn with tinsel and lights. We smile and hold…
Alongside The Masters Review & Frontier Poetry & Palette Poetry, we’ve made the decision not to attend AWP in San Antonio. We will keep this page updated when we learn of events featuring contributors & friends of CRAFT! Many…
CRAFT: What was your motivation to open The Artful Editor in 2010? Did you specifically see a need to be filled, or were you pursuing your passion, or was it something in between or completely different? Naomi Kim Eagleson:…
But where exactly had it gone wrong this day? Probably when my brother-in-law-to-be, Ward DiBaptista, shouted at me to move the Tahoe so it wouldn’t rut the yard, or maybe just after that, when my fiancée’s entire family made…
By Emma Sloley • Seven is the optimal number of cats. Four is acceptable but dicey, and only three is worth getting nervous about. Any fewer than three is cause for great mental anguish and an absolute certainty that…
That morning, when they set out to follow the fence line that surrounded their property, Sarah Billard didn’t expect her daddy to stop at the southern section. She could hardly recall the last time seed had taken root there—all…
By Candace Walsh • In Zadie Smith’s short story “Crazy They Call Me,” the author makes the unconventional choice to present Billie Holiday as a second-person-singular narrator. This strikes me as a literary high-wire act, plausibly the result of…
