IN THE CITY OF DRUNK BUTTERFLIES Tara Campbell Our flight was already erratic. You smiled, commenting on our fluttering path, admiring us as beautiful pollinators, but not as someone you would want behind the wheel of a car. So a bunch of us got together and said what the hell, let’s lean into this thing […]
Dismissal Amina Gautier She waits for me by the curb outside the public elementary school while other kids gather to walk home together. A lucky few get whisked away, ushered into cars far better than mine. It is after three; dismissal’s come and gone. I’m running late but on my way, almost there. This she […]
“Rise to the Sun” Torches the Illusion of Perfection by Arriel Vinson For more than a year, we were unable to safely spend time near others. Some of us forgot what it was like to hug one another or see our families and friends, and unfortunately, that’s still a reality for many of us. But Leah […]
MAKE ME WHOLE: A Novel Excerpt from Kimbilio Fellow Jamie Moore
The Bones of Women I Love by Jeneé Skinner i. I tried to find a distant cousin named Carla in photographs and again in Auntie Mack’s voice and again in Ma’s wrinkles while watching TV. The last time she was found was by the police on the train tracks. Her dress was thin as sunlight […]
Perish An hour after teaching her last class of the day, Laura sat in her faculty office with her door shut to block out the noise of the English department’s late afternoon bustle. By now, she should have been on her way home to her wife and daughter, but instead of packing her things, Laura […]
Today is publication day for Kimbilio Fellow Monica West’s First Novel REVIVAL SEASON. In addition to great reviews, REVIVAL SEASON is the Barnes and Noble Discovery Pick of the month. Read more about Monica and her new book on Kimbilio’s Book Page: https://kimbiliofiction.com/monica-west-revival-season-book-page/
Joi came out of the kiln after class one afternoon. She struck up a conversation while Danielle was glazing her handmade jug. She appeared several decades behind, with her asymmetrical hair and hoop earrings, and there was a bullet hole surrounded by dried blood on her patchwork sweater. “Thought you’d be scared or something.” Joi […]
1981 The State Store was a squat, Soviet-style building parked on the less-heeled side of our little town. Stark and foreboding, it was the place to go if you wanted something stronger than a six pack of pissy beer or a cheap bottle of fortified wine. In all the years that I lived there, I don’t […]
