The poem, I’ve always felt, is an opportunity for me to create an integrated whole from so many broken shards --Rafael Campo
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
With Breadcrumbs
By A.J. Huffman
I am planting child-like seeds, tiny
beliefs in escape. Rooted
misunderstanding, alluring
as a cotton candy cottage. I am drawn
foolishly to the proffered sweetness. Choking
on the danger signs and bile-
inducing aftermath.
The oven, my force-fed coffin, is full
and fueled by ash. I search for signs of
what has burned before. Discover
both my trail and hope, consumed.
A.J. Huffman has published six solo chapbooks and one joint chapbook through various small presses. She is a Pushcart Prize nominee, and the winner of the 2012 Promise of Light Haiku Contest. 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.
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