Letâs rip the band-aid shall we? Iâm stepping down from handling FIYAHâs social media. Iâm not leaving FIYAH altogether as I will still be handling reviews, which I hope to have the time to dedicate to soon for a nice revamp. But thatâs really whatâs at the crux of all this for meâtime. My writing […]
We are thrilled to present the cover and table of contents for the 23rd issue of FIYAH Literary Magazine. Features include: Just Deserts – a short story by A.M. Barrie Food for the Soul – a short story by Elnora Gunter Kingston Gourmet – a short story by Ashaye Brown The Pastry Shop Round […]
When I hear: You caught an attitude, you need food to eat up I’m scheming like I’m dreaming on a couch with my feet up You scream I’m lazy, you must be crazy Thought I was a donut, you tried to glaze me  I just drown in hip-hop and junior high. I can plot […]
We are thrilled to present the cover and table of contents for the 22nd issue of FIYAH Literary Magazine. Features include: Needs, Wants, and Dead Things – a short story by Kirk A. Johnson A Brief and Hideous Scrawl – a short story by Erin Brown Liqueur of Memory – a short story by […]
The original #BlackSpecFic Report launched in 2016 by Fireside Magazine served as a catalyst for the creation of FIYAH, by revealing that Black writers represented less than 2% of the field of published short speculative fiction. We like to think we’ve come a long way since then, though exactly how far remains to be […]
2021 is over. Allegedly. We haven’t gone back to check. But, as Gregorian calendars everywhere say it’s now 2022, it means FIYAH has officially been around for five entire years of Black excellence and perseverance in the many faces of our shared and comically grim reality. In the last year, we’ve added 18 new works […]
Letâs say this is the story of a boy you loved so much, you did everything in your power to cast him almost. Consider the wane & cyclic, the phylogenetic folding. Letâs say he loves you in a way you can only imagine as evolution of & here, the mythos of he & you misalign […]
Ssssh Your baba says Teta says itâs djinnâ bad dreams that fester in the corner The crooked eye of the mirror. Glass steps from nowhere and back.
