The Bean

I thought of it as punishment, had I been walking the right path I wouldn’t be in this predicament. I questioned God’s use of me and my body. That was only my second mistake in the story. My first was the shot of Stoli’s vodka before peeing on the stick. It mocks me with an…

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“A Deadly Weapon”

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

midnight and indigo literary journal for black writers

“tea at miss daisy’s”

Many days we passed Miss Daisy’s house and yelled hi. She would usually call us…

SHORT STORIES

“The Search”

The thick warmth of the air engulfs me as I step off the plane. “This…

“Lavender”

T he repass would be at our house. Gram’s closest friend, Mavis, would handle the…

“Don’t Go There”

At bedtime, the little girl I babysat grabbed my shirt and whispered, “Don’t go there.”…

“When the Reflection Stares Back”

When her reflection stared back at her, proud and plus-sized often went horribly in these…

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How to Share A Bed

When my little sister invited me to be her Maid of Honor, she sent me…

The Black Female Body: A Figure in Motion, Never at Rest

Black bodies are the world’s playground. Full of color, music, song, dance, cheer, and laughter…

Black Stories are Educating & Traumatizing Me

Has it happened to you? Maybe you’re scrolling through Twitter searching… no, damn near begging…

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Black Spirituality: A Millennial Woman’s Journey

A typical Sunday morning as a millennial five-year-old Black girl may have gone like this:…

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