Black, Family, Music, Personal Narrative, Poetry

The Corey Trilogy

All I really remember at this point is my brother’s carrier sliding towards the truck door, then out of it. How did he start sliding? How did the door come open? Had my mother not closed it properly? Was it faulty? Had I opened the door and pushed my brother out?

Personal Narrative, Poetry

Instant Family as a Source of Independence?

I wrote in the “Welcome to S|F Blog” post that I had been writing a lot in many genres after my sister died and her four and five-year old sons, my mother, and my blind, partially crippled, on dialysis, estranged father came to Minneapolis to live with me. I lived in one unit of a… Continue reading Instant Family as a Source of Independence?