It’s here – midnight & indigo issue no.12! midnight & indigo celebrates Black women writers with the fourth Speculative fiction issue of…
I stood outside of her room and took a deep breath before going in. I never knew how she was feeling or…
I sat in the passenger seat next to Ms. Kramer, my social worker, lookin’ out the window. I watched the dried up fields…
She slid out of the driver’s side of her SUV, not noticing the dark-colored sports coupe parked just on the other side…
On Monday, Venessa Stenson stared out the window during math drills. Mrs. Reynolds called to her, asked her for the solution in…
“It’s been too damn long,” Jericho said, gazing at me from across the table, a hint of a smile playing on his…
“Do you know the story about what happened that day? The one that makes Momma cry every time Papa tells it?” I…
She went to see if he was dead. But when she got down to Olive Branch and saw Beanie in his hospital…
I’ve been dreaming. In my dreams, my sisters sit in circle formation, our legs crossed after a long day of picking okra.…
“I’ll be damned if anybody beat me again, tellin me I’m ugly and worthless. What’s family? I don’t need you or your…
The leaves on the two maple trees in the yard beamed a spectacular fiery red as the blue bottles that hung from…