Monday, October 26, 2026

October Day By Alec Solomita


A mid-October day

crisp as an Italian cracker,

cold as a football game,

bright as a flashing,

jet in the sky

mirroring the midday sun.


Come on out, say the

blinding venetian blinds.

Wrap up in season’s wrapping,

step out cocoon-like

and stroll through this

prophecy of winter.


But I drank too much  

last night to obey demanding

accoutrements. I stay safe

undercovers as cold slyly

slips into my cozy cul-de-sac.





Alec Solomita is a writer working in Massachusetts. His fiction and poetry have appeared in many journals and anthologies, including the Southwest Review, The Mississippi Review, The Lake, The New Criterion, The Galway Review, and One Art. His chapbook “Do Not Forsake Me,” was published in 2017. His full-length poetry book, “Hard To Be a Hero,” was released in the spring of 2022. He’s just completed his third collection, “Glass Flowers.”

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October Day By Alec Solomita

A mid-October day crisp as an Italian cracker, cold as a football game, bright as a flashing, jet in the sky mirroring the midday sun. Come ...