Under The Wolf’s Bonnet

In this Think-Like-A-Man world, this Fault-in-our-Stars universe, it embarrasses me to say that I am…

The Bean

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

short stories & essays by Black women writers

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“Land of Milk and Glory”

The parents had been seduced by the impalpable sanctuary of a promise. They had been…

“All The Things I Should Have Said”

I email him and tell him that I want to see him. I send it…

Lemon Bitter Toxic

The knocks were startling in part because we’re jumpy by nature, but mainly because anyone…

Dr. Tubman: The Universe Sent Me a Black Woman Therapist

I sat on the couch of a woman who decorates her office to make it feel like a home outside your own. She has locs dipped in watercolors. She has a favorite…

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“The Intersection”

“Curse this damned place. I don’t want anything to do with here.” Holson, my best childhood friend, slammed the door and headed off on foot to the nearest mechanic. He just wants…

NARRATIVE ESSAYS

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4 Golden Girls & An Awkward Black Woman Who’s Going Through Some Thangs

Every Friday night I come home from work, change my clothes and I flop down on the couch. In my head, I have other plans. Maybe clean the house. Maybe sit at…

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Trudging through the Mud: Leaning into Your Mess

The alarm pings and the piercing sound reverberates through the walls. My eyes blur to make out that it’s 6:00 am. I slam on the snooze button, praying for just five more…

At the Intersection of Black, Queer, and Mother

My journey to motherhood has at once been a step forward into uncharted territory and a step back into an almost forgotten vulnerability. I am Black, Queer, Woman. My journey to the…

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The Motherbaby

My daughter is black. Skin like turned earth. Eyes the color of midnight. A black freckle on the underside of her wrist matches mine and another just to the left of her…

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In Remembrance of Fast Girls

They built a church on the land where my body was broken. Parishioners come every Sunday morning believing it to be holy ground. Yet I know this to be the ground where…

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Everything is Beautiful and Everything is Terrible

My mother’s eyes are bulging, glassy and wild, almost spinning in their sockets with fear. Her cracked lips are pulled back from her teeth, which snap viciously. She is warning an invisible…

SHORT STORIES

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“The Road to Jericho”

“It’s been too damn long,” Jericho said, gazing at me from across the table, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. His dark eyes drawing me in like quicksand. “I…

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“Blackberry Preserves”

“Do you know the story about what happened that day? The one that makes Momma cry every time Papa tells it?” I knew the story. It haunted my childhood. Papa only told…

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“Let It Be Me”

She went to see if he was dead. But when she got down to Olive Branch and saw Beanie in his hospital bed, his breathing was calm. He groaned, moved his head…

“Radical Wombs”

I’ve been dreaming. In my dreams, my sisters sit in circle formation, our legs crossed after a long day of picking okra. We laugh and cry with one another. We share secrets…

“one less one mo (clara belle’s blues)”

“I’ll be damned if anybody beat me again, tellin me I’m ugly and worthless. What’s family? I don’t need you or your bullshit. That’s what I told them when I left. I…

“Marjani’s Gift”

The leaves on the two maple trees in the yard beamed a spectacular fiery red as the blue bottles that hung from them shimmered under the late afternoon sun. It was an…

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