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.

Lent

The horizon is gone.
I can’t tell sky from land. I can’t tell land from sea.
Something flies close. I hear its wings whine.
I won’t take a step.
I can’t see my hand in front of me.

Clouds and sky merge into a scrim of dark
against which black bats scutter,
and through the closed door,
TV talkers hymn like larks
at midnight’s gate.