Poetry: “Endings” by Lowell Jaeger

Endings I stood in the frigid blast of Januarylate afternoon.  And witnessedthe backhoe manbackfill your grave. The wind had blown the pasturebare, the earth iced so deepthe shovel on the hoehad to carve and chip at itlike stone. And you lay stone-stiff amidsta cluster of boulders nearby,fetlocks flagging.  Childrencalled — Patches! Patches! —though the children […]

Read More Poetry: “Endings” by Lowell Jaeger