For the most up-to-date information, please visit my new site, anniefrazier.com!


Quick Links to Online Publications

longleaf review // cheap pop // still: the journal // 
crack the spine // apt magazine// 
north carolina literary review online

— F I C T I O N —
IMG_1335April 2018
Longleaf Review
flash fiction

We try to hide our wants and confusions. Hair flip, lip curl, eye roll. But some days we lay ourselves wide open, refuse to hide a damn thing. Drink too much sweet tea at lunch, race the halls, bounce on the lounge couches like little hooligans, sing along to Tim McGraw, all of us wanting something like that—boy remembering lipstick and a miniskirt for five years.


June 2017
flash fiction

[Nomination: Pushcart Prize]
[Nomination: Best Small Fictions 2018]

Billie bought her first tube of eye cream at twenty-two. Too young? Well, maybe. But when your botoxed, microdermabraded, laser-resurfaced mother slips you that slow scrutinizing look of hers, lets it slide down the length of her poreless nose, tries to squint but can’t and finally says, Ooh honey you might wanna start using a good eye cream—how do you stop the subsequent spiral?


IMG_1337June 2017
Still: The Journal
short fiction

[Nomination: Best of the Net]

I’m getting worked up again feeling that snaky rustle in my ears that electricity down in the roots of my teeth and the jangling rhythm of my poor old heart so I press my palms together like a prayer braid my fingers press until my arms shake and quiver and Susan’s saying something but I can’t hear her over the roar of that serpent crashing through brown dried leaves and pine straw just writhing around and raring back fangs dripping…


IMG_1310June 2017
Crack the Spine
flash fiction

[Also appears in Crack the Spine‘s latest print anthology]

The mares arrive slowly at first, starting with a mother and her wobble-legged filly, both the color of old pennies at the bottom of a purse. Then the scrawny buckskin quarter horse, the limping bay Warmblood, the shaggy white Shetland pony so starved her hide drapes over angular hips like angora on a coat hanger.


IMG_1334September 2016
apt magazine
flash fiction

Bunch of boys, bunch of dark-haired boys running around summers shirtless and shoeless on the asphalt driveway hopping on and off bikes and Big Wheels, grey dust pressed always into the swirled prints of their little feet. You can see the color when they run. The mom probably does scrub them down every night but it doesn’t budge, that ground-in asphalt grime.


IMG_1302July 2014
North Carolina Literary Review (print)
short fiction

[Nomination: Pushcart Prize]
[Honorable Mention: 2013 Doris Betts Fiction Prize]

These days Kuromon market is where I go to retreat. I ride the subway and I step into the light at the Nipponbashi station. I linger at the vegetable stands, my fingertips tracing the contours of white daikon, bright slick eggplants, lumpy kabocha squash with their secret orange insides, brilliant red tomatoes in blue bowls.

— P O E T R Y —
Forthcoming in 2018

Philosophical Idiot

[Honorable Mention: 2017 James Applewhite Poetry Prize]

[Finalist: 2017 James Applewhite Poetry Prize]


May 2018
The Cabinet of Heed

they don’t even hide anymore,
the snakes in the ferns, draping slack & slick
& blue-black across giant fingered fronds.


IMG_1301January 2018
North Carolina Literary Review Online

[Finalist: 2017 James Applewhite Poetry Prize]

when i walk to the barn at night
i wear a headlamp

like a miner
like a surgeon

and sometimes i am


IMG_1306July 2016
North Carolina Literary Review

[Nomination: Pushcart Prize]
[Second Place: 2015 James Applewhite Poetry Prize]

At five I asked my grandfather
what happens to the Chesapeake
when it stops there at the sky
and he told me about the giant waterfall
forever tumbling off the edge of the Earth.
You’ve never heard of it? he asked.
So I believed him and worried
about the big ships teetering there
looking like construction paper cut-outs
pasted with a glue stick
onto pale parchment sky.

“North Carolina Connections: An Interview with NCLR Editor Margaret Bauer”

NCLR Online (original publication) &
North Carolina Literary Review (reprint, July 2016)

“Pitfalls of Parenting” — Review of Drew Perry’s 
Kids These Days 

NCLR Online

“Craft Witches Brew” — Review of
The Daylight Gate by Jeanette Winterson 

Paste Magazine

“Looking Forward to the Past” — Review of
Hild by Nicola Griffith

Paste Magazine


Writers of the Week
Maudlin House


Writer’s Block Series


Review of North Carolina Literary Review (including “Sakura”) 
New Pages

MAY 2017
Graduation Lecture, Spalding MFA in Writing 

“Two Selves: Crafting Effective First-Person Retrospective Narrators”

MARCH 2016
Extended Critical Essay, Spalding MFA in Writing

“Telling Girlhood: Narratorial Duality and the Expansion of the Female Bildungsroman

MAY 2008
Honors Thesis, New College of Florida

“As You Look Closer, You Notice: Ekphrasis in Three Ancient Greek Novels”




Follow me on Twitter, Instagram and Facebook: @anniefrazzr. Email me at anniefrazzr [at] gmail [dot] com

I’m a writer, freelance editor, social media manager, and recent MFA graduate. I grew up in North Carolina but now live on a little farm in Florida with my husband, our cats, and my retired show horses.

I write fiction and poetry, but have also written several book reviews, among other things. I’m also nearly finished with my first novel, which I think of as a Southern female Bildungsroman.

Currently, I’m the Social Media Editor for Pithead Chapel and I’m a first reader for the 2018 CLMP Firecracker Award. I also tweet for the Spalding MFA Alumni Association.

I received an MFA in Fiction from Spalding University’s Low-Residency MFA Program, where I served as Social Media Coordinator and as a Student Editor for The Louisville Review. I received my B.A. in Ancient Greek Language & Literature from New College of Florida, where I also edited The Empty Set Literary Magazine.

Visit me at afcrandell.com* if you’re interested in learning more about my freelance editing, social media & graphic design work.

* Why the different last name? I began publishing under my pre-marriage name, and I find that I like to be able to keep my writing self and my working self somewhat separate.