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The Road to Thunder Road by A.J. Huffman

Wednesday, July 23rd, 2014

is a delayed growl standing several steps behind the starring flash. Backup- singing, supportive round of applause. Darker partner waiting in invisible wings. Eruptive echo marks the distance to point of contact, countdown after-strike. _______________________________________________ Photo by the U.S. National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration via Wikimedia Commons, 2005. Follow the links for Huffman’s bio and […]

Hibiscus Blooming in Rain by A.J. Huffman

Tuesday, July 22nd, 2014

The garden sogs under persistent downpour. Green grows with a sickly gray clinging like shadows, cloud contamination. In a quiet corner, lone hibiscus stretches petals toward sky, embraces drops battering against brilliance. Resilient as the solar power color emulates, it remains open, a burst of warming reassurance that the sky cannot fall forever. _________________________________________________________ Photo […]

Autumn Moon by A.J. Huffman

Monday, July 21st, 2014

after “Age of Abundance,” by Osnat Tzadok Flares of imaginary fire burn across forest’s crown. Light and leaves come alive, collectively breathe in mirrored mist, rising like smoke from absent flame. My eyes begin to water in belief. This is the image of sulfured Hell. I pray for the salvation of sun- rise. ______________________________________________________ A.J. […]

Visitors to Canyonlands by A. J. Huffman

Wednesday, June 12th, 2013

The rocks were caught by child’s eye, and changed with the sunset into horns and antennae, goring and grinding, and going off. Bumped into the night. ________________________________________________________________________ You can find more of A. J. Huffman’s work here, here and here.

One Leg Up by A. J. Huffman

Tuesday, June 11th, 2013

Flamingos frolic in the surfless still of the sea side morning’s pastoral.  Limbs and feathers paint a fantastical fan, this stretching before the sun. The water dopples, dolloped with pink reflections.  A mirror ed magic, reflexive of another dimension.  Alien in pastel tones of aggressive softness, they adamantly defend their rights to this dance. _____________________________________________________________________ […]

Memoirs Written in Rain by A. J. Huffman

Monday, June 10th, 2013

The lavender sky turns.  Soundless. Its silvered breath falls, sliding slowly over veined silk. The tiny bud ruptures.  Bending backwards (in time) it beads the ground with miniscule reflections, iridescent images bursting the same ideal: a perfect mirror of every dawn’s bloom. ____________________________________________________________________________________________ A.J. Huffman is a poet and freelance writer in Daytona Beach, Florida.  […]

The Grey Tree by A.J. Huffman

Wednesday, January 23rd, 2013

Even through the harsh blues of winter, it manages to breathe. Stretching its naked arms across the sky. A living smile. Waiting to be blessed by the sun. ___________________________________ For Huffman’s bio and links to additional poetry, go here. Photo by John Firth via Wikimedia Commons.

Dancing Sky by A.J. Huffman

Tuesday, January 22nd, 2013

The nightstorms are the worst. More terrifying. The sharp shocks of light. They leave a scar. Inside. A memory. An omen. To remember often. How much they look like cracks. ___________________________________ For Huffman’s bio and some additional poetry, go here. Photo by National Severe Storms Laboratory via Wikimedia Commons.

Crocodiles by A.J. Huffman

Monday, January 21st, 2013

At first it could be any shore. Rocky and a little dark maybe, but still intriguing. Then a flash of green throws your eyes off center. Then another. Until the ground you were about to walk is walking for you. Is waiting for you. With a million teeth hidden in a permanent smile. ___________________________________ A.J. […]

Cloud Cover by A.J. Huffman

Thursday, August 30th, 2012

Cloud Cover collapses. The sky breathes free from the oppressive smother of sorrowful shadows encasing recycled tears. _____________________________ This is the third and final panel in a triptych of poems by A.J. Huffman. Look here for the other two poems and a bio. Photo by Michael Jastremski via Wikimedia Commons.