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A.J. Huffman… Suicidal in the Morning, I Am Burning, Ritual of Forgetting

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I Mostly Feel Suicidal in the Morning

when the sun is shining its harshest eye through
blinds that never completely close. Dark thoughts
flare in response to such unwelcome disruption
of elusive sleep. Blinking in attempt to erase
spots that erupt in rapid response to violated
vision, I imagine overly aggressive rays as gold-
plated sword. Ceremoniously, I desire to thrust
myself against such precisely honed blades.
 
 
 

I Am Burning

with desire to touch something
I cannot imagine, something beyond
the extensive stretching of my own
imagination. I need to believe there is
existence outside of my pyre, an innocent
world unscarred by suffocating
ink and ash.

 
 
 

The Ritual of Forgetting

I pushed rewind and one
by one the walls of my mind were
vacated. I had become
a waiting room for shifting
silence. I stripped off my skin,
watched as night trickled down
insanity’s drain. The loss
burned with its own life,
and for a few moments so did I.
Finally, exhaustion settled in, and I
embraced the monotonous lack
like a child, no longer
afraid of the dark.
 
 

A.J. Huffman has published thirteen full-length poetry collections, fourteen solo poetry chapbooks and one joint poetry chapbook through various small presses. Her most recent releases, Degeneration (Pink Girl Ink), A Bizarre Burning of Bees (Transcendent Zero Press), and Familiar Illusions (Flutter Press) are now available from their respective publishers. She is a five-time Pushcart Prize nominee, a two-time Best of Net nominee, and has published over 2500 poems in various national and international journals, including Labletter, The James Dickey Review, The Bookends Review, Bone Orchard, Corvus Review, EgoPHobia, and Kritya. She is also the founding editor of Kind of a Hurricane Press. http://www.kindofahurricanepress.com.

Copyright © 2017 A.J. Huffman

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A.J. Huffman… Maudlin

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Maudlin

Mood
descends
like curtains on a final
act of some Shakespearean
tragedy.
Heavy
is the feeling that echoes
as silence. Suffocating
darkness, verging on impenetrable. Shadows
of belligerent light seep through.
Remnants of hope, unreachable,
taunt eyes that long to become

accustomed to the dominant

gloom.

 

A.J. Huffman has published eleven solo chapbooks and one joint chapbook through various small presses. Her new full-length poetry collection, Another Blood Jet, is now available from Eldritch Press. She has another full-length poetry collection, A Few Bullets Short of Home, scheduled for release in Summer 2015, from mgv2>publishing. She is a Pushcart Prize nominee, and has published over 2000 poems in various national and international journals, including Labletter, The James Dickey Review, Bone Orchard, EgoPHobia, and Kritya. She is also the founding editor of Kind of a Hurricane Press. http://www.kindofahurricanepress.com

Copyright © 2016 by A.J. Huffman

 

 

 

 

 

 

A.J. Huffman… A Butterfly’s Exposition

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A Butterfly’s Exposition

Plated between clear panes,
a pair of wings whimper
wordlessly. Pinned in poses of flight,
their pigments glitter beneath lighted tracks.
Death displayed as art.
I mourn this
stolen flight.

 

A.J. Huffman has published eleven solo chapbooks and one joint chapbook through various small presses. Her new full-length poetry collection, Another Blood Jet, is now available from Eldritch Press. She has another full-length poetry collection, A Few Bullets Short of Home, scheduled for release in Summer 2015, from mgv2>publishing. She is a Pushcart Prize nominee, and has published over 2000 poems in various national and international journals, including Labletter, The James Dickey Review, Bone Orchard, EgoPHobia, and Kritya. She is also the founding editor of Kind of a Hurricane Press. http://www.kindofahurricanepress.com

Copyright © 2016 by A.J. Huffman

 

 

 

 

 

 

A.J. Huffman… Two Glasses

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Two Glasses

wait, half-full. One takes red,
the other white. Hands descend
from opposite ends. One hiding
nerves, the other signs of ring.
Rising, they make a connection.
Clink. Individual perception
translates whether it is more
or less than testimonial toast
to a moment’s union.

 

A.J. Huffman has published seven solo chapbooks and one joint chapbook through various small presses. She is a Pushcart Prize nominee, and the winner of the 2012 Promise of Light Haiku Contest. Her poetry, fiction, and haiku have appeared in hundreds of national and international journals, including Labletter, The James Dickey Review, Bone Orchard, EgoPHobia, Kritya, and Offerta Speciale, in which her work appeared in both English and Italian translation. She is also the founding editor of Kind of a Hurricane Press. http://www.kindofahurricanepress.com

Copyright © 2014 by A.J. Huffman