Laundromat by: Purple I’d washed everything but his shoelaces. All with bleach, even the colored shit. I’d only missed the laces because they were still tied in knots around the bedposts in our bedroom where he’d turned me into the object of some sick, twisted...
Love Jam by Roz Carter “Let me be clear, I will cut you,” Shay said. She was holding a chef’s knife, her hand gripped the handle in a perfect imitation of a guy in a slasher movie. Shay watched DeAndre’s eyes as his eyes shifted from her face to the knife. He wasn’t...
“If I Die” by Jean Nicole Rivers It was the perfect day for a yard sale, the kind of day where the sun mesmerized its audience by providing a magical glow to every object it touched. Jaime loved going to yard sales with her good friend Lana and was excited...
He was quiet, too quiet, the kind of quiet that is filled with regret. I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t move, all I could do was hold my breath and wait for his response. If he would have cried or even cursed I would have known how to react. But sitting on the...
For women of color to continue the conversations that we have in the nail salon, beauty parlor, church, and during our lunch breaks at work. This is a place where you can kick off your shoes and get comfortable.