Three Pieces From A.J. Huffman

A Flapping Dove

We fly time sideways.

Over bridges.

Invisible and soft.

They give beneath us.

Like wings

with no feathers.

All caught up in the weather.

And wear

                 ing nothing.

But the smile

we hold

as good-bye.

  

Opening Night

You want me to believe

you chose to return.

You chose to turn

your eyes and ideas around.

But my sweet tooth is gone.

A hole is all I have left

for you.

Your visual candy.

You’re empty as puppy eyes

and twice as dreadfully dull.

There is no space for your show.

It’s over.

You are over.

And I am the starring play.

  

Balancing Skin and Stone

The cage fit

her shoulders.

Welcoming them.

To the golden spring

surrounding the eyes

of an Autumn angel.

Two hundred years

too late

to save her soul.

--A.J. Huffman is a poet and freelance writer in Daytona Beach, Florida.  She has previously published her work in literary journals, in the U.K. as well as America, such as Avon Literary Intelligencer, Eastern Rainbow, Medicinal Purposes Literary Review, The Intercultural Writer's Review, Icon, Writer's Gazette, and The Penwood Review.