Monday, October 15, 2018

Shots with Beer Chasers. by Jim Bourey


Goddam there’s a lot of tragedy
in the world.

That’s what my grizzled friend
said as we drank shots with beer
chasers. Of course, he had a list:

War and terror
fires and floods
abuse and neglect
disease and suicide
hunger and homelessness
violence and bad education.

Ever helpful I added:

Democrats and Republicans
drugs and alcohol
Mickey and Minnie
innies and outies.

He didn’t laugh. He rarely laughs.
Two more shots, two more swallows.




Jim Bourey is an old poet who divides his year between the Adirondack Mountains and Dover, Delaware. His chapbook “Silence, Interrupted” was published in 2015 by the Broadkill River Press. His work has appeared in Mojave River Review, Paddock Review, Gargoyle and the Broadkill Review and other journals and anthologies. He was first runner up in the Faulkner-Wisdom Poetry Competition in 2012 and 2016. He has served as an adjudicator for the Poetry Out Loud competition in Delaware. In his North Country months, he is active with the St. Lawrence Area Poets and has taken part in Art/Poetry projects in Saranac Lake.

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