a note from the editors

Welcome to the QTPOC issue of Crab Fat Magazine. In the spirit of celebrating Black History Month, we present a  beautiful collection of prose and poetry from s...

Wezley Calvin

“Gimme yo keys ‘fore I waste yo ass.” Deacon Gupton looked terrified. His assailant pressed the gun to his ear, seeming more than willing to blow his old b...

N. N. Islam

He sits at the edge of the bridge with his back against the railing, his legs dangling as he stares at the water swirling three hundred feet below. There’s...

Fernando Salas

I stood next to my father as he instructed me how to close this door to control the heat and that door to control the smoke. He went on and on, his Budweis...

Erika Gisela Abad Merced

Any time of day. Long sleeves leaking over hands. Gray sweatshirts’ warmth hugs when arms are absent, surrounds shoulders up to the neck so that cold air a...