Friday 15 April 2022

One Poem by Alec Solomita




The sash on future’s window starts to fray.

Opened wide, it slips a little more

each and every bright new day.

Just a scant bit or so for now

like sweet Nikki’s slow slide home.

But then for others, the sash just snaps:

Toby’s sudden lurch into oblivion

late one early summer night.


I keep my windows shut tight

and unfurl the squeaky screen door,

whose spring, I notice,

is getting a little loose.

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 this spring.


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