For as long as I can remember, my great-grandmother never let a night go by without turning on the electric candlesticks perfectly placed in each window of our home. MumMum, as she was affectionately called, was about 5…
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The VCR The day has come. Mama and Papa brung the box in the house. Me and Yannie are upstairs listening to Thriller for…
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It’s here – midnight & indigo issue no.12! midnight & indigo celebrates Black women writers with the fourth Speculative fiction issue of their literary…
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“You were ashes.” As I stood in the doorway of my sister Everette’s bedroom just past midnight, tears were warm and sticky on my…
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They say there are five stages of grief and that there is no order in how a person navigates a certain loss. For me, grief has always been…
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Pain \peyn\ n. 3a. Physical or bodily suffering; a continuous, strongly unpleasant or agonizing sensation in the body, such as arises from illness, injury, harmful physical…
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It is a Saturday, and the sweltering Nigerian sun seems to have a point to prove, or a vendetta. I walk toward the cavernous hall, following my mother’s…
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On a nimbus of decay, it emerged from the dark recesses of her closet and crept spiderlike toward her threadbare rug. Humid cold wafted from…
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337. It’s the number of miles from New York to Virginia. It’s approximately 3 two-hour movies or a season and a half of Insecure. It…
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They built a church on the land where my body was broken. Parishioners come every Sunday morning believing it to be holy ground. Yet I…
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2011. The first boy I ever loved had dimples in both cheeks, a passion for basketball, and a smile that could melt the heart of…
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I don’t know how to swim. And funny enough, a little under 70% of Black people don’t. To make things interesting, my family hails from…
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