Posted in A.J. Huffman on September 27, 2013| Leave a Comment »
By A.J. Huffman
the apocalypse, along with the Twinkies and
cockroaches. A little worse for wear, her clothes
hang ragged, her skin is melted in patches
and she has this bizarre urge to brunch
on brains. The remnants of last week’s paper
exclaims that zombies are suddenly in fashion, and she
always was good at savaging malls . . .
Posted in A.J. Huffman on December 3, 2012| Leave a Comment »
By A.J. Huffman
Oops.
I slept in your inbox.
That’s hysterical.
I slept. In your inbox
you will find this silly
little poem because apparently
my brain did not wake up.
Posted in A.J. Huffman on December 2, 2010| Leave a Comment »
By A.J. Huffman
the most exclusive
the most luxurious
inextricably hooked
and trapped in heated mirrors
but money for nothing is the most visionary line
so come as often as needed
| M | T | W | T | F | S | S |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 |
| 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 |
| 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 |
| 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 |
| 29 | 30 | 31 | ||||
Clutching at Straws 