

Editor’s Take
In thBY NJEMILE Z. ALI
The mad love between grandparents and grandchildren is known far and wide. In this pic, we’re off to college. The context changes, yet the intimacy remains …

Black ACE Happenings
The drums are calling us to the fireside for stories, verse and film from the Black Arts, Culture & Entertainment abundant storehouse. Commune with fellow lovers of the arts …


For the Love of Literature
BY KHADIJA POUNSEL
2025 has fully settled in and taken a stance.. For many, the early days of the New Year are the festive closing to a season full of merry gatherings …

New Book Releases
Intimate Transformation Thru Books
BY SHAUNDALE RENA
Intimacy lends its hand as we turn the pages from self-assessment to self-actualization. So many times, we look to others, when we should start with self. As all things become new,


Writing Biz
The Heartbeat of Intimacy in Writing
BY ERYKA PARKER
For writers, reader intimacy begins with a deep understanding of audience. This connection goes beyond shared demographics—it’s about recognizing their emotions, values …

Treasures of the African Diaspora
BY ZAKIYYAH ALI
In reading and hearing Brother Ras Ben over the years, my thirst for history has grown. Under- … I mean, overstanding the true meaning of “Philadelphia” …



Heart Song
BY COURTNEY “TRU” WILLIAMS
Hailing from Philly with a full-blown Philly swag, she brings her artistry into conversation through subtle hints of wordplay and entendre …


What Is Intimacy?
BY CHARDE EVERETT ALI
What comes to mind when I think of intimacy? For me, I first think about my relationships. When I became a mother, from the moment the nurse put my son on my chest …

Erotic Scripts
BY CORDELIA ATWELL GAFFAR
That deep low growl in my ear, vibrating into my soul, and his breath on my neck, with fingers intermingled as we synced our breath … told me it was safe. In response …

Beauty Beheld
BY ZARIAH L. BANKS
We stepped into the large studio adorned with shiny hardwood floors, bright studio lights, and framed photos of salsa dancers—or at least convincing models …

We Are Dead Butterflies
BY OJI CHIDERA DICKSON
Your heart fled into your stomach as you listened to him justifying his actions. At some point, you knew he was making sense, but then you thought about the doubts …

Remembering My Promise
BY ILYSSA JOHNSTON
I“Kordelia! Kordelia!” I screamed out my car window. I am searching for my daughter, but she is nowhere to be found. My mind is racing as I start to feel a burning sensation …
