Here lies Beatrice's poetry, short stories, and all things short fiction.

This upcoming eerie sci-fi poem will be in the winter 2025 issue of FIYAH. 

This horror flash is about a frighteningly unhealthy relationship. I hope readers experience the uncomfortableness the narrator feels for participating in something profane and yet falling head-first into it. 

I craved a nightmare set in a bright, pristine hallway. This psychological story is my horrific ode to liminal spaces.

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Death in the Mouth is an Australian Shadow Award winner 

There's a Confederate monument off MLK Avenue in my hometown of Knoxville, Tennessee. It's on the east side of town, the side my elders still call the colored side. Our side.

While this is a Southern Gothic poem, more importantly, this is a declaration. 

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Ignyte Award finalist

My mind only turns to one thing when driving between those infinite, barren fields in Georgia. The pain. The torture. I was born on this land and am not far removed from the suffering. This Southern Gothic poem is my thorny testimony.

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Rhysling Award finalist

This poem began as a letter from a grandmother to her grandchild. It warns of uncontrollable wickedness and gifts them wisdom for how to survive despite it.

The award is given by the Australasian Horror Writers Association (AHWA) for “the finest in horror and dark fiction published by an Australasian within the calendar year.”

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The fabulously talented co-editors for Death in the Mouth: An Anthology of Original Horror by People of Color are Cassie Hart & Sloane Leong.

Epistolary stories are my favorite to tell. Letters, diary entries, sermons, and a conjure woman's log book are ways I tell this historical Southern Gothic about one woman's righteous vengeance. It is inspired by the historical and beloved (especially by me) spiritual 'Down By the Riverside'.

The interview was in the Black Heritage in Horror series.

In high school, a teacher told me I was a "bleeding heart liberal" and that I wouldn't make it far in life as a result. 

My thriving existence defies his ignorance.

This is the shortest poem I've ever written, comprised of ~60 words and 2 stanzas. These are the words of a lionhearted ghost, whom I've ensured is now resting peacefully. 

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Disrespectfully was chosen by the Science Fiction & Fantasy Poetry Association (SFPA) to be in the 2024 Dwarf Stars Anthology

"Full of powerful and moving imagery, it echoes with a sense of time, and a look forward in a future that’s still a work in progress."

"...opens with a sting of body horror before going to quite a different place..."

Death in the Mouth was recommended reading.

In defiance of death, I wrote this horror poem for myself when I lost one of my best friends. It's bloody and heartbreaking and insolent.