By Dora Santana When I was my own little girl in northern Brazil, a black mermaid lived in a water-well in our backyard. When my...
By Charles Huey Greene My body bleeds brown/ The color of dried blood/ Brown bodies just like mine lie/ In the streets naked/ In...
By Kingston Farady I recently moved three thousand miles away from home. Not the home I arrived to as a child, but the home I...
#TransMultitudes An Introduction By CeCe McDonald, Kai M. Green, and Treva C. Ellison This year for Trans Day of Remembrance, we are excited...
By Jay-Marie Hill America Taught Me How To Forget america taught me how to forget my name my pain my stories my glories it’s...
By Edxie Betts I preface this writing with a few questions and statements about knowledge in relation to how I feel about copyrights. I...
By Evolve Benton Chef Yulanda chef cooked the meals fed us bois confidence fed us bois freedom This is what black boi life...
By Lex Kennedy When Lavern Cox graced the May 2014 cover of the TIME magazine “The Transgender Tipping Point” I realized the Black Trans iceberg...
By The Feminist Wire Associate Editors We write in celebration of our visionary sister and comrade/comadre, Aishah Shahidah Simmons, black lesbian feminist, cultural worker, filmmaker,...
By Jyothsnaphanija Doctor examines mother-in-law’s pulse, fills home with smell of syringes. You remember playing with syringes, when you were a five year old girl, the...
My face a Band-Aid, ode to insecurity I think the new intern is smarter than me the way a lake is wider than a...
My project, The Aftermath, was my way of coping with the after effects of rape. Each individual photograph reflects in detail what happened...
On Beauty Under Bathroom Lights by Kimberly Keplar Cross legged on the floor, below the medicine cabinet mirror and glass shelves that were forever clouded...
By Macy Casper In March, we celebrated International Women’s Day. I was surprised, given the current political climate, to see the lack of youth media...
Transaction After the prayers were spoken, the hymns sung and your casket closed, we followed you—Father and I— through the courtyard blooms of...
Beginnings In older times, when wishes still helped, youth was the witch. A small man lived like a king and also...
I recently spoke with historian Tera W. Hunter about her groundbreaking new book Bound in Wedlock: Slave and Free Black Marriage in the Nineteenth Century (The...
By Eunice Park You didn’t speak – but you did stare Smile right at me and bare A rock tumbling back and forth South...