Monday, November 11, 2024

Consolation By James Kangas


On the day after the election

Patty went down to our coffee shop

where Ken, the owner, had brought in

a bottle of bourbon for those

who needed it, he said. Patty had

a couple of slugs for her anxiety

and then a couple of espressos

to get her day moving towards 

something tangible, something 

beyond our big fat burst balloon.





James Kangas is a retired librarian living in Flint, Michigan. His work has appeared in Atlanta Review, Chiron Review, JAKE, New World Writing, North Dakota Quarterly, Rye Whiskey Review, West Branch, et al. His chapbook, Breath of Eden (Sibling Rivalry Press), was published in 2019.



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