Liquid stars fly nowhere
in sea of gold, slide
up side of crystal flute, erupt,
tickle nose before diving
down into darkness,
swathing tongue and throat.
Curtains
Patterned ghosts blowing or
still. Their
movements haunt
dreams, nightmares, depending
on angle of light.
Teapot
Screaming tantrum, a temperate
child waiting for responsive
touch.
Too late, fire
recedes in a breath, a sip of
cup.
Bionote
A.J. Huffman is a poet and
freelance writer in Daytona Beach, Florida. She has
previously published six collections of poetry all
available on Amazon.com. She has also
published her work in numerous national and
international literary journals. Most
recently, she has accepted the position as editor
for four online poetry journals for Kind of a
Hurricane Press ( www.kindofahurricanepress.com
). Find more about A.J.
Huffman, including additional information and links
to her work at http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000191382454
and https://twitter.com/#!/poetess222.
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