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“Those That Sow and Those That Reap”

On a nimbus of decay, it emerged from the dark recesses of her closet and…

“The Devil in Tia Adelina’s Botanica”

It was a bitterly cold November evening, fifteen minutes or so before closing when the…

“Dragonflies”

They were floating, flying in tandem, punctuated by the last of the year’s sunlight, perfectly…

“Unseen”

Cast aside the bloody hands of the self-righteous for they brittle and collapse amongst the…

“Rose in the Fade”

The first time she noticed, it was purely accidental. A quick glance while reaching for…

NEW ON MIDNIGHT & INDIGO

“Those That Sow and Those That Reap”

On a nimbus of decay, it emerged from the dark recesses of her closet and…

Tragic Mulatto

As a kid, I remember the subject of race coming up twice in our family.…

“The Devil in Tia Adelina’s Botanica”

It was a bitterly cold November evening, fifteen minutes or so before closing when the…

With My Eyes Closed

I need to remind myself that Mama is human, that she is not endless love,…

Eight Weeks; Two Days

I was ten years old when I first witnessed domestic violence. It was a hot…

“Unseen”

Cast aside the bloody hands of the self-righteous for they brittle and collapse amongst the bones of saints.   The tree leaves blew just as they did nineteen years earlier, and Adrina…

SHORT STORIES

“Rose in the Fade”

The first time she noticed, it was purely accidental. A quick glance while reaching for a towel on the nearby rack. The pleasant burn from the Listerine lingered in her newly minty…

“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 Jackson used to smooth down the waves of…

“Corona & A Side of Chow Mein”

SOUP: It is barely dawn, and the village of Layou is swallowed up in sleep and sea breeze. Tessa lays on her living room couch swiping indolently through the gallery on her…

“When It Starts to Burn”

“Let me know when it starts to burn,” Aunt Mimi would say, pressing down on the silver release of the styling chair, lowering me to where I wouldn’t have to jump down…

NARRATIVE ESSAYS

Coming of Age as Black Girl: A Letter to My Niece

“If I didn’t define myself for myself, I would be crunched into other people’s fantasies for me and eaten alive.” — Audre Lorde   Dear Amaya, I waited so long for you.…

Couslings: A 23andMe story

“Have you considered writing a book about your life?” It is likely someone has asked you this question, or maybe you have asked someone. Before my ancestry journey, I never thought of…

Granny & Lucille

Today is our long day. We need to drive nearly 200 miles to cross state lines. Mom and I take shifts, plying the other with an endless stream of gritty Community Coffee…

What the Hell is Regular Black?

“You real fine and you pretty,” the smooth words rolled past his toothpaste commercial level white teeth and thick coffee bean shade lips. Before a girlish smile could plaster itself on my…