Read a chapter of my new novel SOLEMN in Deep South Magazine.

Among many other things, my latest novel-length work concerns a troubling circumstance largely elbowed out of the #BlackLivesMatter conversation: assaulted and/or missing Black American women. Women who look like me are never the Fairy Tale heroines the world becomes trained to root for in Hollywood movies. We are never portrayed as prototypical damsels in distress....more

Romantic Excerpt of My New Novel in Gravel Lit Mag

The December issue of University of Arkansas's gravel. so sweetly describes this tender portion of my new novel Solemn they publish as "Kalisha Buckhanon says yes to love and life," in my excerpt entitled "Expecting."...more

New Job

When the Nurse Practitioner, Devyn, walked into the room, she looked Margie straight in the eyes and smiled, holding out a plump gloved hand on the right and swishing back her grey, frizzy locks with the left. Margie took in some of the telltale signs about who the Nurse was, what side she was actually on – but of course, these days, you never could tell....more


Og flipped through memory after memory of Margie’s life, the good times were, indeed, good ones....more

The Babies

As “other” Og flipped through each scenario, each remnant of Margie’s life, he would stop at one here and there, asking for a bit of insight, some kind of further explanation. Then with an “ahh right, right” or an “I see” he would continue, either with random intent, or chaotic order.The next scene was Margie’s beloved cabin.“I was ten. I’d been selected to take care of the pair of gerbils that we kept in our class for the summer.”...more

Dear American Male

Dear American Male,We have a little problemAnd it’s getting biggerMark this dayHelp me solve itThere are twisted objectsAwash upon our shoresRiding in on uprightCollars and cuffsWhispering quietly to the ownersYou are invincible!Be a man!When they already areThey just don’t believeThey teach baby geeksLessons on womenTell our LesbiansThey have a cureAugment realitiesBurn BridgesCause our tribes to warAnd while my brothers...more

The Script

            Og finished dictating his calendar for next week and pressed the "send" button on the handheld device to his Assistant. Once completed, he pulled open his left-hand desk drawer and removed the glass cleaner and roll of paper towels, proceeding to wipe down his desktop and carefully place the cleaner and towels back in the drawer. It was a ritual he had learned early on in his career, and certainly a prompt for his mind, that he was ready to switch gears....more


                To Margie, it didn't seem that life with Vee was really any different than life with Pete. It was another facade, a dream you manufacture to trick yourself into being happy. Because after all, isn't that what life is about - obtaining happiness?  Margie shook her head while in thought. Maybe not....more

Grave Mistake

            Majorette tossed and turned throughout that night, waking several times in an attempt to drown out the transmissions. They had become more frequent now, and disruptive - to the point where her skull seemed to be throbbing constantly. No amount of external sensory stimulation was helping - not music, or running water, or the fan… her usual self-soothing techniques seemed to have little or no effect on the constant chatter in her head....more


“You can feel it in your fingers when it happens.  The tips begin tingling, almost imperceptibly, before the sensation hits the palms…  almost begins as an itch.  Your reflex is to scratch, but you mustn’t.  Just sit still, palms up, eyes forward – concentrate on your breathing if you can.” Terlihy stared at Majorette a little longer than necessary.  Probably to be sure she understood.  It was her first time, after all.  It was his job.  Majorette nodded and closed her eyes for the first breath.  When she opened them again, he had moved behind he...more