“A Handful of Dreams”

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Jesse arrives home an hour late. The humidity grips him as he climbs the four floors to his apartment. He remembers when he could take the steps two at a time. Now he pauses on every landing. The old building smells like the collective dinner of its eight tenants, which isn’t very appealing under the oppressive heat. He comes to

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midnight & indigo – Issue no.5

  It’s coming on August 10th – midnight & indigo issue no.5! In this collection, we meet characters across continents in various stages of becoming. From women redefining their definitions of love, and Black girls finding their place in world

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Wash Day

Part I: Just For Me I look forward to the tri-annual ritual. My mother prepares to sacrifice her firstborn to the white man’s god. The

Wash Day

Part I: Just For Me I look forward to the tri-annual ritual. My mother prepares to sacrifice her firstborn to the white man’s god.

Bound To Remember

My grandma’s house was always full. The hinges on the front door were almost invisible. In the heart of Cleveland, Ohio, not a side

midnight & indigo – Issue no.5

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  It’s coming on August 10th – midnight & indigo issue no.5! In this collection, we meet characters across continents in various stages of becoming. From women redefining their definitions of love, and Black girls finding their place in world and family, to narrators discovering self…and sometimes, sacrifice, we are proud to present 15 new short stories written by Black

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“Dating While Black”

“If y’all weren’t so difficult, maybe it’ll be easier to get a man.” “Y‘all? Difficult?” I repeat the triggering words as if they can somehow mean something else. They sting

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“Symbiosis”

1. The day my sister disappeared, the uncomfortable red hue of the evening sky and the vibrancy of the grass complemented each other. The oddity of the scene cast an

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“Luz”

I’m not good at being a witch. To say that I’m incompetent wouldn’t even cover it. My witchcraft is an amateur cocktail of earnest

“Wading”

The winds bouncing off the gulf swaddle Fleur’s bare head as she stands at its fringes, and almost with the same delicacy her brother

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