“The Passing”

midnight & indigo literary journal for black writers

Clumps of wrinkled, white flesh hang from grandmother’s face and pool in the nape of her neck like turkey waddle. Her eyelids flutter but never quite open. I stroke her left hand, liver-spotted and marked with bluish-green bruises from the IVs. She still wears the gold wedding band grandfather slipped on her finger six decades…

Read More

FEATURED

ISSUE 2 – Sneak Peek

  midnight & indigo is a literary journal dedicated to short fiction and narrative essays…

“Simple Mind Play on Crazy Rose”

About time, Rose grumbled under her breath as she snatched up her two half-filled garbage…

SHORT STORIES

“Waiting Room”

My eyes shot open. I must’ve dozed off. My head was pounding. Perhaps it was…

“Tia”

“Ma’am? Ma’am, are you okay?” I shielded my eyes from the glaring sunlight. Its warmth…

“A Deadly Weapon”

1966 Sweat trickled down James’s forehead. The screaming from the crowd was earsplitting. The lights…

ESSAYS

A Jones For You

I remember the night we met in Atlanta. On a cold evening in December, I turned around and there…

Scars

I have melanated skin, which helps me look younger than my age, but I also…

Delky, Tevin Campbell, and The Promise of Today

I hope tomorrow will bring a better you, better me I know that we’ll show…

Follow Us on Instagram

217 3
30 0
398 9
193 3
47 1