Featured Poem / Fall/Winter 2015
I Hear a Cricket Singing
my funeral dirge. It echoes
over the blades of the ceiling fan.
I do not like its managerial tone.
I prefer to follow the silence
of a second thought, though I am
unsure if it was my own. It lingers
like a ghost on tomorrow’s lips.
and predatory. I close
my eyes, conceding. I am content
to be its prey.
A.J. Huffman has published seven solo chapbooks and one joint chapbook through
various presses. Her eighth solo chapbook, Drippings from a Painted Mind, won the
2013 Two Wolves Chapbook Contest. 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, Kriya,
and Cifertia 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.kindofahurricanepreass.com