Thursday, October 6, 2022

Old Flame by Alec Solomita

It draws the tender lamps of night,
laves the tongue in a splash of flame --
Kentucky dark, Irish gold, Scotch bright.
Even when the last girl’s name has
guttered out,
forever amber — slash of yellow light.





Alec Solomita is a writer working in the Boston (USA) area. His fiction has appeared in the Southwest Review, The Mississippi Review, Southword Journal, among other publications. He was shortlisted by the Bridport Prize and Southword Journal. His poetry has appeared in Poetica, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Driftwood Press, The Rye Whiskey Review, The Galway Review, and elsewhere, including several anthologies. His poetry chapbook “Do Not Forsake Me,” was published in 2017. His full-length poetry book, “Hard To Be a Hero,” was just released by Kelsay Books.

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