Fierce, intimate, and deeply attuned to the interior lives of Black women.
Our short stories center Black women’s voices through character-driven narratives of love and loss, joy and fear, change and triumph—stories that pull you in and stay with you.
Each piece is chosen for its craft, depth, and emotional clarity, reflecting the brilliance and range of Black women’s storytelling across the diaspora.
This is where imagination expands, craft is honored, and our voices find a home.
On the first night the stars fell, the whole suburb rushed out of their beds
Luz had faked a pregnancy in order to get the attention of her ex-boyfriend Johnny
I stood at that door knowing the second I knocked on it I’d be a
Adesanya’s sunken eyes show shadows and fire. The wet earth opens and moves under foot.
When Lenaya is twenty-seven she begins to see pieces of her mama everywhere. In the
The parents had been seduced by the impalpable sanctuary of a promise. They had been
I email him and tell him that I want to see him. I send it
The last time I tried to kill him, I failed miserably. No blood, no 911
About time, Rose grumbled under her breath as she snatched up her two half-filled garbage
At bedtime, the little girl I babysat grabbed my shirt and whispered, “Don’t go there.”
The buzzer rang. In exactly three and a half minutes, she would be outside of
It’s not right for a daughter to see her father naked. I’m sure my father
I. Rose stood in her tiny, cluttered living room, trying to remember why she was
My eyes shot open. I must’ve dozed off. My head was pounding. Perhaps it was
“Ma’am? Ma’am, are you okay?” I shielded my eyes from the glaring sunlight. Its warmth
