A New Novel from a Haitian-Canadian-American Novelist

Happy Pub Day to Kimbilio Faculty Member Asali Solomon!

Kimbilio welcomes the novel DAYS OF AFREKETE to the world! Buy it today at your favorite bookshop!

Happy Pub Day to Kimbilio Fellow, Donald Quist!

Donald’s collection of essays TO THOSE BOUNDED is published by AWST Books.

The Saint Heron Library Opens Today

A New Story From Kimbilio Fellow Brandon Taylor in THE YALE REVIEW

Colonial Conditions Brandon Taylor THE ELECTION WAS ON TUESDAY, but first, the Halloween bonfire. When Carson and Roma arrived, Roma discreetly removed her mask and said that she had to find the host, who had spent most of the late summer and fall cycling across the Mountain West. Carson knew this because the host had […]

A New Short Story from Kimbilio Fellow Lisa Braxton

Behind My Back A story by Lisa Braxton My hairdresser has been talking behind my back. She’s been doing it for years. This might sound strange, but I actually don’t mind. In fact, I welcome it. It all started years ago when I was new to town and visited a salon looking for someone to […]

From the OXFORD AMERICAN, A New Story from Kimbilio Fellow Deesha Philyaw

Dr. Sandman BY DEESHA PHILYAW Dr. B, what’s that called again?” From his hospital bed, Cody pointed his T’Challa action figure toward the monitor behind Reg. Reg laughed. “You just like to hear me say it. This time, I want you to say it with me. Ready?” Together, they enunciated each syllable in “polysomnographic monitor,” […]

Kimbilio Congratulates Hurston/Wright Nominees

Congratulations to the Kimbilio Fellows who are nominees for the 2021 Hurston/Wright Awards! In Debut Fiction: Stephen Wright for his novel The Coyotes of Carthage Deesha Philyaw for her collection The Secret Lives of Church Ladies In Poetry: Rachel Eliza Griffiths for her collection of Seeing the Body: Poems Kimbilio Fellow Amina Gautier served as […]

A New Story by Jeneé Skinner Appears on CATAPULT

House Was a Fist by Jeneé Skinner A house birthed me and will likely be the death of me. A house birthed me and will likely be the death of me. I felt myself formed in the womb of her walls before I was pushed up from the kitchen floor like daisies. I smelled of […]