Her Man: Chapter Three
He Left Me Alone. I Hated It. Malachi left me alone. Like, actually left me alone. And before y’all start, yes, I know that’s exactly what I told him to do. I remember the conversation. I was there. I specifically told that man to stop contacting me, and when he said he would, I considered [&hel
Her Man: Chapter Two
I Called Her Boyfriend Behind Her Back. I woke up Saturday morning with my phone underneath my titty. Don’t ask. I don’t know how it got there. I went to sleep holding it, apparently rolled over sometime during the night, and woke up with one corner of my iPhone digging directly into my left bre
Her Man: Chapter One
My Best Friend Asked If Her Man Wanted Me. I Lied. Soooo, this is a real-life situation. I promise I’m not capping. You might want to buckle up for this one because it’s really that deep. But before I get into all that, I should probably tell y’all who I am. My name is Jamie, [&hel
Genre Fiction is Literature. The Critics Should Admit It.
The literary establishment has spent decades treating genre fiction like a taco truck parked outside a Michelin-starred restaurant: wildly popular, undeniably good, and completely beneath notice. In this sharp, unapologetic essay, Adam Page dismantles the hierarchy that keeps science fiction, fantas
A Music Guide for Mayo-Colored People Who Need to Diversify Their Playlists
If you think black musicians only make jazz, hip-hop, and rap, this essay is for you. Odi Welter, a self-described “mayo-colored person,” is tired of watching white listeners confine Black artists to three genres when BIPOC creators have shaped nearly every corner of music. Welter introd
Fiction | “Fleeting Radio” by Lamarriv
Some people learn about life from books. Others from experience. The narrator of “Fleeting Radio” learns everything from songs played by a mysterious DJ named Louis, who drives a canary-yellow minivan and disappears without explanation. This short, dreamlike story explores loss, distance
Gen Z Doesn’t Know Music And AI Might Be the Only Fix
Watching a 40-year comparison of ‘Songs of the Year’ and ranking them made me think about how lost this generation is with music. Growing up, new songs became memorable not just from who wrote or performed them, but from the TV shows, movies, and even commercials they appeared in. Celebr
Your 30s Are When Reading Counts
I’ve developed this newfound passion for reading, and it’s unlike anything I’ve experienced before. I’ve never been particularly averse to reading. I’ve always understood it to be fundamental, and I was actually good at it. In school, I enjoyed popcorn reading, and reading comprehension te
WE’RE ALL RIVERS (YOU DON’T KNOW ME, ANYONE, OR YOURSELF)
Don’t ever tell me you know me. Like, how reckless of you to say something like that. “Oh, I know him very well.” Yeah right. No. See, I don’t take it upon myself to assume that I really know anyone, because people change. People evolve & they could be one version of themselves w
Dancing with the Devil By Dianne Foote
Darkness swallowed meThe ache of emotionless loveWas extinguishing my life forceAs I forced myself to keep breathing.Living wasn’t important anymoreI was at death’s door.With no desire to turn away,No desire for another day.It seemed the fight would now begin,My soul for ??????An eternit