Daddy straddled the heap of toys that lived on the floor of our playroom in Brentwood, Long Island. Tiny plastic arms splintered out as though bidding for a chance to
midnight & indigo is a literary journal dedicated to short fiction and narrative essays by Black women writers. Our
Many days we passed Miss Daisy’s house and yelled hi. She would usually call us up on her front porch
She went to see if he was dead. But when she got down to Olive
“I’ll be damned if anybody beat me again, tellin me I’m ugly and worthless. What’s
