Your hand on my chair, nudging it back and forth ever so slowly while you peer over my shoulder to examine the chart on my computer.

Flash Fiction by Karen Crawford SAFE HARBOR She hides teardrops. Under the barrier reef of her tongue, between the currents of her heart, inside the swell of her belly. You poke. You push. You prod…

Surprise! everyone screams when you walk through the door. And you are surprised! You haven’t seen these folks in years. Folks sharing stor...

by Karen Crawford A faded photograph on a sunny beach–the first time you met your brother, a paternity test confirming what your father didn’t want to know, you in your twenties, your brother almost eight, hiding behind a pair of Party City sunglasses. Years later, a song at a Cuban restaurant–siblings, cousins, all of us […]

by Matt Kendrick   It’s [sunrise through mist] and I’m sitting with [old woman] in the [kitchen]. My [laptop] is open on the [table] in front of me. [Old woman] is scratching the yellowing [na…

By Karen Crawford It’s a short one, I promise. You see, yesterday I went to the bank because my account was running low. And this little girl standing in line behind me tugged on my coat slee…

“If I could just go home,” my mother said, and maybe if the smell of Lysol wasn’t punishing my throat, […]

Karen Crawford's creative non-fiction piece "The Age of Ice"

by Karen Crawford She doesn’t hear the sneeze-fart before he butchers “Heartbreak Hotel” in the shower. He doesn’t see her wiry grays clogging the drain. She doesn’t smell the Vicks in …

You stare at the blank page, the cursor cursing. You type; this is a story about anxiety. A story about the time the wind screamed until the sky grew orange and the clouds choked on ash and where do y...

by Karen Crawford “…anticipate your ghost’s surprise when she floats into the bedroom where your new nipped/tucked body lies. If she goes all poltergeist, rattle, and chain, flash her a ‘friendly’ s...

Los Angeles is a beautiful city because of migration—both human and otherwise.

Photo by Pedram Mousapoor on Unsplash by Karen Crawford Make believe we poison Mr. White today.Make believe we fix Mr. White a drink with a splash of Listerine because, well, you know… andit doesn’t s...