Thursday, August 4, 2016

The Noose ~ Amy Huffman



around my neck is feathered
white.  As night
descends, it hackles high,
glows.  This
                    nameless devil
in a church of despair  -- mine
signals its desire to the moon.
I am the loon who will pay
for a stray bullet’s
ace.
        King,           three,
                   ten,              all
spades.  I am playing
gin with the gods.  I know
I can’t win.
                    For starters they have
no [but all] hands and eyes
that see through stone.
            I intone a meditative
chant, an attempt to count
er this prolonged night.  Minutes
tick like years (or vice versa), as steel-
eyed still awake, the corner of dawn
                                                            cracks
a smile, offers
no hope

              of/or reprieve.







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.  www.kindofahurricanepress.com.

 

I Am Blue ~ Amy Huffman


light, a special
kind of cold.
Numbing indifference
has turned my nerves
to veins.  They read
aquatic—
                 dark
                 & uncharted.
I am a universe
of waves and wonder, full
of creatures.  (They bite.)
So do I.
              I take
strength and sense of direction.
To navigate means to give up
the ability to breathe.