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Blues for My Brother by Nina Roselle

My brother played the blues. He died young when he surrendered himself to the dark tones that surround us all in the middle of the night. I think of him as a song untitled; a sad, sweet, low toned sax softly playing solo, with notes that wax and wane eternally.




Nina Roselle lives in North Carolina and is working on a book of short stories.