Thursday, August 18, 2022

Chaps on Main by Karen A VandenBos

We were the revelers in the back
corner by the exit singing along
brilliantly with a changing cast
of characters.
We sat on hard wooden chairs
around tables punctuated with
pounded glasses and raised a
toast.
A toast to the chair that made it
out to the parking lot and into
the back of someone's car along
with a few mugs for the long ride
home.
We fed the hunger in our bellies
and drank to the thirst in our souls.
The beer was as full of piss as
we were.
We didn't know then that the bar
would close and too many of us
would have our own last call.
Instead we drank steadily from
the pitchers of possibility not
realizing then that our dreams
had already lost their fire.





Once upon a time, Karen A VandenBos was born on a warm July morn in Kalamazoo, MI. Her youth was nourished by books and writing. When adulthood opened the door, she was detoured to working in health care for 30+ years and obtained her PhD in Holistic Health. She tumbled into the realm of retirement landing on her feet and was reunited with her creative spark. She can now be found contributing to two online writing groups where she unleashes her imagination and trusts her pen to take her where she needs to go. Her writing has been published in The Ekphrastic Review, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Verse-Virtual, The Rye Whiskey Review and Cold Moon Journal and some of her photographs have been published in Blue Heron Review.


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