“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…

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ISSUE 2 – Sneak Peek

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“Simple Mind Play on Crazy Rose”

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“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”

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