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.

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There’s rue for you

There’s rue for you
and for us all.
Bitterness burns.
Hey nonny nonny.

In winter the cold burns
our ungloved fingers
In summer we fall
asleep on the beach

and scorch like betrayal
the bitterest of all,
save for loss, a foolish,
kind father behind the arras,

a sister who overdoses
on fentanyl and swoons
into the ceaseless reverie.
Children who drown

or fall. And then
there’s rosemary so you don’t forget.
(Hey non nony, nony, hey nony).