“Waiting Room”

My eyes shot open. I must’ve dozed off. My head was pounding. Perhaps it was the bright, fluorescent light in this cold, white, sterile box of a room. I was sitting on a black plastic chair against the wall. The entire wall was lined with the same chairs, with occupants of various ages, creeds, ethnicities.…

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A Jones For You

I remember the night we met in Atlanta. On a cold evening in December, I turned around and there…

Scars

I have melanated skin, which helps me look younger than my age, but I also…

SHORT STORIES

“A Deadly Weapon”

1966 Sweat trickled down James’s forehead. The screaming from the crowd was earsplitting. The lights…

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“tea at miss daisy’s”

Many days we passed Miss Daisy’s house and yelled hi. She would usually call us…

“The Anxiety of Two Digits”

The buzzer rang. In exactly three and a half minutes, she would be outside of…

“The Search”

The thick warmth of the air engulfs me as I step off the plane. “This…

ESSAYS

My Butterfly Will Never Become A Caterpillar

I am the only girl in my family. When I say ‘only’ I do not…

The Bean

I thought of it as punishment, had I been walking the right path I wouldn’t…

How to Share A Bed

When my little sister invited me to be her Maid of Honor, she sent me…

The Black Female Body: A Figure in Motion, Never at Rest

Black bodies are the world’s playground. Full of color, music, song, dance, cheer, and laughter…

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