5Aug 2018 A.J. Huffman

Behind Leaded Glass

This bed may as well be a coffin. It is already cold. And closed. And full of dirt. Though I doubt it is hallowed. But nothing is ever completely accurate... Read More
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Our little blip does not eternity make? I feel slighted, too. Night, night. – mh clay

14Apr 2018 A.J. Huffman

Tears In My Inbox

Sadness rains from lines of dotted eyes, permeating scripted font, selected to emulate long-handed care. Scanned briefly before being quickly dismissed. Discarded as corny self-indulgence, the browser, closed without second... Read More
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But, wait – how about the Cloud? Everything lives in the Cloud forever, right? – mh clay

29Jul 2017 A.J. Huffman

I Am Violet

Unsuitable shade of flower. I am temperamental, difficult to raise. Enticing, I can be soothing, healing. Beware. My roots are savage, aggressive, poisonous, deadly if taken to heart. Read More
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A shredder, not a shrinker. Beware, indeed! – mh clay

26Feb 2017 A.J. Huffman

I Dream in Oceans

waveless expanses of blue. Not breathing or drowning, I float, an empty cloud in a miserable sky. I pick at veins to lure companions, believing the sanctity of devoured is... Read More
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Open wide. – mh clay

8Oct 2016 A.J. Huffman

My Mother Should Have Named Me Mythic

Creature of improbability, I waiver in your imagination. Tempted, you touch, but cannot commit to formal acknowledgement. Belief is a permanent fixture, something that will not be removed, and I... Read More
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Easy come, not so easy go. Remember? – mh clay

12Jul 2016 A.J. Huffman

Electric Rainbows

burn out. One stripe at a time waves a final flare, falls to gray. The hollows echo the empty sentiment of stale breadcrumbs over roads revealed as not-quite-gold. Read More
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Power fails, colors fade; entropy for all. – mh clay

28Mar 2016 A.J. Huffman

The Freeway Sounded

like a distant ovation in an arena where games never ended, where life and death struggled to survive, to find meaning in eyes that blued like evening skies. The sun... Read More
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Gridlock in the middle of gridlock. – mh clay

23Dec 2015 A.J. Huffman

I Can Hear the Stars

counting me, as if I were something backwards that would eventually disappear like morning. They giggle, check me off their points, a not-too-human to-do list that doesn’t really need tending,... Read More
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One hell of a lag time; our answers won’t reach them before they’re gone in a flash of nova we’ll never see. – mh clay

1Oct 2015 A.J. Huffman

In This Dream

after Metallic Dreams, artist Osnat Tzadok I am silver. Gold and bronze, my brothers in armor (yet to be forged), crawl from midnight’s fire. We will join battle against blasphemous... Read More
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Which awakened sense preceded; eye or ear? The battle for ascendancy endures,  elicits art. (This is exemplary ekphrasis; google the artist and work to see A.J.’s inspiration – excellent.) – mh clay