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Pink
The LoversPinkBy Jordan Stewart Issue 18 Everyone has the capacity for kindness. There’s joy in the small moments, too. None of us were meant to do this alone. And what if we found little pockets of love in moments of fading daylight? What if I rested in a...
dear future lover
The LoversDear Future LoverBy Cheyenne Edwards Issue 18 dear future lover, these days, not often, but often enough, you leak from my dreams into my daylight, as i imagine us in domestic bliss together. i think of us on the couch reading respective books while you...
it’s so easy with you
The LoversIt's So Easy With YouBy Niko Issue 18 vez, you are love in its purest form. when we first met in person, i was extremely nervous. i was sweating at the bus stop under my hoodie and flight jacket, sipping on strawberry soju trying to loosen myself up, and...
Love and Devotion
The LoversLove and DevotionBy Verza D. Issue 18 Dear lovie, I have such intense feelings for you. I always tell you how different I was before I met you, how I was running from love, how I thought I couldn’t handle it. But when I met you, my heart caught fire. I’d...
when my closet held my heart
The LoversWhen My Closet Held My HeartBy Mari Issue 18 I love you, I have always loved you. For keeping me safe, for allowing me to hide during the tremblings and seizings of my world, holding on to your frame during the quakes. Even though sometimes, it felt as...
A Longing
The LoversA LongingBy Moses Issue 18 That time, I could only bring myself to hold her pinky, although I had a gushing waterfall within. Now is the time for drought, there is nobody; save myself and yellow earth — Cracked and lined, openings on the sand like dry lips...
I Remember My Grandmother On a Random October Night
The VillageI Remember My Grandmother On A Random October NightBy Yasmine Bolden october generously hands me back my childhood; everything is dying but i’m too apple-cidered and love-struck at the sight of orange-afroed trees to notice. i want to be. the blankets and...
To The Buried Child
The SelfTo The Buried ChildBy Makiyah Hicks Issue 18 I’m not sure who this concerns or when we lost contact. I can already begin to imagine the “return to sender” notification that will appear as I click send on this message. I am not sure where to begin this journey...
The Phone Works Both Ways, Alexis Rileigh
The LoversThe Phone Works Both Ways, Alexis RileighBy Lex Owens Issue 20 I speak to you in hymns, in ballet shoes and threadbare tutus. I dance around the topic until I can’t feel my feet. I only speak when spoken to; I’m lost in the other realm tonight. I turn back...
Sour Apples, Sweet Return
The LoversSour Apples, Sweet ReturnBy Rachel Goulston Issue 20 In July the apples were still sour The grass below littered with red spots Remnants of apples plucked Once bitten and dropped Rolling onto the asphalt Crushed under spinning wheels Hurtling towards...
Reap What You Sow
The VillageReap What You SowBy Raven Tucker Issue 20 • Artist's Statement: Hey y’all! I'm a native South Carolinian, artist, scientist, and lover of life infatuated with beauty from all sides. My training in both science and art led to my understanding of growth...
Mermaids on The Moon
The VillageMermaids On The MoonBy Rachel Goulston Issue 17 The first Black mermaid is centuries old Before we were ripped from the waves We were sirens And nymphs Amphibious even — to the untrained eye That looked upon us with a quizzical gaze When whiteness was...
A Nostalgic Nightmare, A Democratic Dream on Hold
The VillageA Nostalgic Nightmare, A Democratic Dream On HoldBy Yumna ElhdariSource : BuzzFeed As I begin to contemplate the beginning of this story, I realize that there isn’t one, or maybe not one I can exactly define. I envision a string of hope that is formulated...
Black Study, Community, Media, and Memory: An Interview with Taylor Dews
The VillageBlack Study, Community, Media, and Memory: An Interview With Taylor DewsBy Cecilia InnisTaylor dews Taylor Dews describes herself as a bit of a nomad. She’s lived in Detroit, Michigan, Blacksburg, Virginia, and Chesapeake, Virginia; attended undergrad in...
Why The Riddler Should’ve Been A Black Woman
The VillageWhy The Riddler Should've Been A Black WomanBy Ava EmilioneDesign by Yumna ElhdariIn discussions surrounding representation, we often hear the exasperated cry from the black community: Let black women be heroes, the good guys. Let them be redeemable,...
The Beauty Salon: Truths From a Tender Head
The VillageThe Beauty Salon: Truths From A Tender HeadBy Payton Selby Issue 17; Photos by Zelle Westfall Photo By Zelle WestfallHer eyes traced between my mother and me as if to give me the illusion of choice while simultaneously assuring mom would get the final say....