Beyond Trump


OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAI never pass up an opportunity to discuss the Tangerine Terror that is Donald Trump. I was super excited to hear from my grad school friend, Ed Lyngar, who invited me on his very cool radio show, Beyond Spin to do just that.

Ed and I chopped it up about black evangelicals, alt-right goons, Trump’s obsession with dismantling Obama’s legacy and Ta-Nehisi Coates’ brilliant essay, “The First White President.” We also discussed the importance of allies. It’s so necessary to forge alliances to resist this oppressive regime, especially as they seek to repeal the ACA, suppress votes and further criminalize black and brown bodies.

I’m a black Christian woman and Ed is a white atheist male, but we’re unified in our disgust with Twitler. Solidarity is a beautiful thing.

Take a listen to our talk and let me know your thoughts.


Black Women in Horror: Sycorax’s Daughters


SycoraxSo geeked that my short story “Kim” has found a home in the black women horror anthology Sycorax’s Daughters. Get your copy here.

So just who are Sycorax’s daughters? The title is taken from Shakespeare’s play The Tempest. Sycorax is an Algerian sorceress who is banished to a remote island. She gives birth to Caliban, a half-human monster. By the time the story begins, Sycorax is long dead by Prospero’s hands. Although silenced, she still shapes the characters’ perceptions of power and gender.

Check out some cool write-ups on the book below:


The Horror Fiction Review

Book Riot

The Scarlet Bracelet


An excerpt from the speculative fiction piece I wrote, “The Scarlet Bracelet,” initially published in the flash fiction anthology, Possibilities.

Scarlet BraceletOf all the things Jemory remembered about the body hanging from the tree, those yellow baby doll shoes haunted her the most. They were patent leather and newly polished, as if the dead woman had been on her way to a dance. From where Jemory stood at the edge of the crowd that day, she couldn’t make out the woman’s features. The dead woman’s sleek black wig was askew, caressing her broken neck. Jemory wore a similar wig. The only adornment on the woman’s lifeless arm was a thin red bracelet, the size of a hospital wrist band. The mark of an outlaw.

Click here to purchase the anthology and read the rest of the story.

My Interview with Genesis Science Fiction Radio


Genesis Radio NikThanks to the Black Science Fiction Society for a wonderful interview on their show Genesis Science Fiction radio. The hosts, William Hayashi and J Sheffield, and I dished about everything from the commodification of brown bodies to skydiving to Fifty Shades of Grey.

Take a listen to our interview.

Adventures in Filmmaking: Through the Lens


About twelve years ago, I was having lunch with a friend and I mentioned that I wanted to be a director. At the time, I was taking screenwriting courses at UCLA Extension and had completed my first script, Bless the Mic. Film school seemed like the natural progression in my quest to create compelling, entertaining and memorable vehicles for people of color to star in.

The word “director” hung in the afternoon air, mingling with the laughter of the UCLA students dining at a nearby table and my friend’s cigarette smoke. It was the first time I had mentioned the desire to direct, and I was as surprised by this pronouncement as she was. My friend took another puff of her elegant cigarette, shook her head and mused that film school meant “years and years of extended poverty.” Continue reading

My Short Film, Billboard Envy, Hair Vampires and the Importance of Mirrors

So, I’m directing my first short film.

There. I said it.

Oh, and I’m back from hiding, hibernating, hiatusing or whatever you want to call my year-plus absence from the blog.

I hate the idea that I abandoned my blog. Beckyville was my digital block, my hood, a place where I felt at home and could express myself freely with my peeps. Being MIA is also akin to abandoning my dreams, although I do wrestle with that notion often, if I’m really worthy of them. I apologize to folks who were regular readers of the blog and often encouraged me along the journey. Continue reading