demands. No answer? The moon must
be waning. Indifference glows, a ghost
without a shadow. I staple it to mine,
walk backwards towards a door that isn’t
there. My fingers fight against fisted
response. There is a method to the madness
of Morse Code. It speaks broken. A word
I remember all too well.
A.J. Huffman has published nine solo chapbooks and one joint chapbook through various small presses. She also has two new full-length poetry collections forthcoming, Another Blood Jet (Eldritch Press) and A Few Bullets Short of Home (mgv2>publishing). She is a Pushcart Prize nominee, and 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. www.kindofahurricanepress.com
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