Alec Solomita’s fiction has appeared in the Southwest Review, The Mississippi Review, Southword Journal, and The Drum (audio), among other publications. He was shortlisted by the Bridport Prize and Southword Journal. His poetry has appeared in The Ekphrastic Review, Gnashing Teeth Publishing, The Galway Review, Bold + Italic, Litbreak, Subterranean Blue Poetry, The Blue Nib, Red Dirt Forum, and elsewhere.  His chapbook, “Do Not Forsake Me,” was published in 2017 and is still available at Finishing Line Press and Amazon. His first full-length book of poetry was published last April by Kelsay Press. He’s working on another. He lives in Massachusetts.

Plus ça change

I watched a snowfall
yesterday and felt
like a boy again —
a modest flurry
that soon grew
into a fury
of snow devils
before settling
back into a more
picturesque mode.

I had an ice-fall
today and felt
like an old man again
with a cracked rib,
heaving to his feet
after three tries,
then noticing I had
a bloody nose
which briefly brought back
my youth again.

trying to catch a breath
and remembering
the day Donny Boyer
beat the shit out of me
until I fell, then
straddled me and punched
me for, I would say,
about thirty-five minutes,
maybe forty.