Poem by Alec Solomita

 

All My Yesterdays

I live in all my yesterdays
grudges lodged inside me
like braids of barbed wire
from infancy’s forgotten slights
to the smirk from the Star
Market clerk just last night

I utter “fuck you” to the dead
who once broke my heart
and to old people who might
be dead for all I know who said
I drank too long or made love
too short or didn’t like
my pictures or my words

frankly it gives me pleasure
to curse the dead and gone
it must because it’s how
I choose to live for the time being
time being what it turned out to be

Alec Solomita has published fiction in the Southword Journal, The Mississippi Review, Southwest Review, and The Adirondack Review, among other publications. He was shortlisted by the Bridport Prize and Southword Journal, and named a finalist by the Noctua Review. His poetry has appeared in Algebra of Owls, The Galway Review, MockingHeart Review, Driftwood Press, and elsewhere. His poetry chapbook, Do Not Forsake Me was published by Finishing Line Press in 2017. He lives in Massachusetts.

Fabio Sassi makes photos and acrylics using what is considered to have no worth by the mainstream. He often puts a quirky twist to his subjects or employs an unusual perspective that gives a new angle of view. Fabio lives in Bologna, Italy.

 

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