Chase Williamson is a painter and MFA candidate at the University of Tennessee, Knoxville. Born and raised in Middle Tennessee, her southern living experience is the major propeller for her work. She centers the interconnection of the Southern Black Garden, memorial waters, and Black womanhood through her paint and fabric compositions.
Ain't That Good News by Brit Bennett
Gulmohar by Arpita Chakrabarty
Kolah's Hands by Kiian Dawn
Kolah’s right hand massaged her left wrist while the left cupped something black. It was the dead of night and she showed up at Sister Hadeema’s house banging on the door. “Why does it look like this?” she asked the woman she ran to whenever it felt like her body was falling away from her, becoming something unknown.
The Bone of the Dates by Rahma Rodaah
Girl Bodies by Gail Upchurch
I mean, I’ve never seen two twelve-year-old girls look more different, like they’re not even the same species. For one, Carrington is slim. I’m talking slim slim. Shit, skinny. Even from this distance I can practically count every bone in the girl’s back when she moves her arms into fifth position. That ain’t natural. They must only be licking lettuce leaves for dinner at her house.