POETRY

I DREAM IN BROKEN

By

AJ Huffman

fragments of memories long forgotten,

my mind’s attempt at foraging

for things I have consciously buried.

It is exhausting, this mental battering

against walls I knowingly built

but do not have the sense to leave

alone.  I am a midnight Don Quiote,

storming at metaphoric windmills,

hoping someday to break my own

will, hoping someday to release

the floodgates of the past that made me this way.

MIRROR

By

AJ Huffman 

reflective pool, framed

into blindness.  Silver

side of deception’s coin

waivers under intense

scrutiny.  Vision’s beauty

is open to vanity’s translation.