Lowell Jaeger, Featured Author

Sugar-White Beaches Such a never-ending winter, these months of snow and ice and gloom.  We’ve lost long hours again today, pushing back last night’s leaden blanket of wet white, mounding piles shoulder-high, towering till they avalanche as if to mock our labors. The wind whips our cheekbones red and wet and raw, my wife and I, our shovels lufting slush,…

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