Tuesday, 7 December 2021

One Poem by Alec Solomita


 

Window

 

Sheets of darkness flutter down,

spotted by faint falling stars.

 

In front of the quiet window,

I swirl my glass

to hear the ice clink.

 

My old friend was born this day

on a country Thanksgiving night,

her wailing matching the thin wind,

note for note.




Alec Solomita is a writer and artist working in the Boston (USA) area. His fiction has appeared in the Southwest Review, The Mississippi Review, Southword Journal, and Peacock, among other publications. He was shortlisted by the Bridport Prize and Southword Journal. His poetry has appeared in Poetica, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Litbreak, Driftwood Press, Anti-Heroin Chic, The Galway Review, The Lake, and elsewhere, including several anthologies. His photographs and drawings can be found in Convivium, Fatal Flaw, Young Ravens Review, Tell-Tale Inklings, and other publications. He took the cover photo and designed the cover of his poetry chapbook, “Do Not Forsake Me,” which was published in 2017. His full-length poetry book “Hard To Be a Hero,” will be coming out in spring of next year.

 

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