{"id":97,"date":"2019-12-15T15:23:27","date_gmt":"2019-12-15T15:23:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lonnmore.net\/sleet\/?page_id=97"},"modified":"2019-12-21T16:09:02","modified_gmt":"2019-12-21T16:09:02","slug":"scharhag-v11n2","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/sleetmagazine.com\/archives\/v11_2\/home\/issue\/scharhag-v11n2\/","title":{"rendered":"Lauren Scharhag"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<h5>Spirit Death<\/h5>\n\n\n\n<p>\nDawn\nnever feels \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\nlike\na beginning<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\nanymore.\n\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\nOnly\nthe beginning \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\nof\nthe end.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\nSome\ndays, I wonder<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\nif\nI died in my sleep<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\nand\nmy spirit just hasn&#8217;t \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\nfigured\nit out yet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\nToday,\nfrom the bus,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\nI\nsaw a woman collapse<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\nagainst\nthe wall<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\nof\nthe hospital building.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\nHer\ngrandson had to \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\nhold\nher up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\n<em>I&#8217;m\ntired<\/em>,\nshe kept saying,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\n<em>I&#8217;m\njust so tired.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\nHer\nworld had clearly ended<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\nand\nher spirit knew it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"bio\">Lauren Scharhag is the author of twelve books, including <em>West Side Girl  &amp; Other Poems, Requiem for a Robot Dog<\/em> (Cajun Mutt Press), and the  forthcoming <em>High Water Lines<\/em> (Prolific Press). Her work has appeared in  over 100 literary venues around the world. She is the recipient of the  Door is a Jar Award and the Gerard Manley Hopkins Award for poetry, as  well as a fellowship from Rockhurst University for fiction. She lives in  Kansas City, MO. To learn more about her work, visit: <a rel=\"noreferrer noopener\" href=\"http:\/\/www.laurenscharhag.blogspot.com\" target=\"_blank\">www.laurenscharhag.blogspot.com<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Spirit Death Dawn never feels like a beginning anymore. Only the beginning of the end. Some days, I wonder if I died in my sleep and my spirit just hasn&#8217;t figured it out yet. Today, from the bus, I saw a woman collapse against the wall of the hospital building. Her grandson had to hold &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"https:\/\/sleetmagazine.com\/archives\/v11_2\/home\/issue\/scharhag-v11n2\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Lauren Scharhag&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":135,"menu_order":2,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sleetmagazine.com\/archives\/v11_2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/97"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sleetmagazine.com\/archives\/v11_2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sleetmagazine.com\/archives\/v11_2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sleetmagazine.com\/archives\/v11_2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sleetmagazine.com\/archives\/v11_2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=97"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/sleetmagazine.com\/archives\/v11_2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/97\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":174,"href":"https:\/\/sleetmagazine.com\/archives\/v11_2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/97\/revisions\/174"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sleetmagazine.com\/archives\/v11_2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/135"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sleetmagazine.com\/archives\/v11_2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=97"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}