“They’re making fun of my Arabic,” whispers my cousin as he squeezes next to me. I roll my eyes, unwilling to move…
If I walked to the window in the kitchen, the little one right above the creaky sink, I could look out over…
My mother never gave me the family recipe for candied yams, so I gotta figure it out myself. Everyone else already has…
On Christmas night, I found peace in my mother’s rendition of a Jody Watley song. Only inches from the speakers, Mama sat…
Naomi smiled when she received Amir’s note to ask her out during History class because it confirmed her beliefs—that she was different…
Musu sat on a big rock. A beige bar of caustic soap stood vertically on the pile of dirty laundry at her…
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…
I teach sixth graders by day and write anonymously for a local news column by night. I’ve never told anyone in my…
It’s here – midnight & indigo digital issue no.1! Featuring 10 short stories and essays by Black women writers from the U.S.,…
Behind them, the sun is rising. They’ve been crammed in the car for hours. Jimmy and Josie shouting about castle building and…
I like to find myself in works of art. Sometimes I see my sister in them too—our relationship at different times captured…
Sean is not you. Sean doesn’t drag me from bed at three in the morning, mouth pasty, eyes red, to marvel from…
The past sticks with us forever, even when we change names or give up our brains to be wiped out. I have…
Now Mo never mentioned the former residences for 2728 Prospect Street, unless she was spitting mad, and even then it wasn’t enough…
When she hears his car door shut close behind him, Queen has just finished her to-do list. She writes one every day,…