A.J. Huffman has published seven 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. www.kindofahurricanepress.com
over a frame
of intellectual space.
Breathe the web.
Flow . . . ing.
Weave . . . ing.
Stretch . . . ing.
by nothing short of fate.
And a passing
2 men discuss conspiracy
theories in a tiny 2-top
booth in the corner of a coffee stop. Dive
into delusional(?) rants about cover-ups
and covert missions to Mars. I try
not to listen as they lean in
and whisper about UFO landings and lost
alien DNA. Report
that should be accessible by public
records requests, but aren’t
because they don’t
exist (for anyone without the proper
clearance). I chuckle
at myself for wanting to believe right along
with them, but can’t because I understand
that we live in a world that does not comprehend
the term secret. Marketable or not
are the real money words. I resist
the urge to explain that,
if found, any alien would be paraded across
every quasi-news show in America,
wrapped in a flag, waving
a bible, and eating/promoting the latest
brand of Doritos (inspired by his homeland)
while we lined up
to buy it all.