Poetry

France-Luce Benson: Risen from the Dough

In Risen From the Dough, two Haitian-American women in a bakery kitchen prepare for the impending arrival of the health inspector while...

Hunger, by Natasha Labaze

Every day, every hour, every minute, every second The stomachs growled with hunger… The stomachs moaned in yearning… The stomachs growled...

Yolaine M. St Fort: Flight

she fled from mahogany-hued skin dark velvet in winter and through spring summer skin, coated like black beans. she cried under her bed...

Maryse Noël Roumain: Remembering Kate

Some twenty years since my mother left Brooklyn and moved to Queens, but I never met Kate in the building. And yet, she had been living...

An Angel on the Other Side of the Border, by Marylin Laurent

When we met in Caribbean Literature 101, he was the first to smile at me. “Hola, mama!” he said, his eyes searching my face. Then he...

We Call Love Longed For, by Sheree L. Greer

When Bernadette got to Jimmy Cat’s place, it was nearly empty. Jimmy sat in the corner booth counting money. Two men in shiny black...