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Three Poems, One Throne Magazine

"A Beautiful Day" by Paul Connor.
© Please do not reproduce without artist's permission.

by A.J. Huffman



It’s Raining in My Brain

and I know I need an umbrella, but

I am plagued with ancient anxieties

that come, attached as stigma to the idea

of opening one inside. Technically, I suppose,

my head is not a house. It has no doors,

but eyes are poetically considered windows

to the soul, so there is some correlation

that can easily slip into the conundrum, and

the one thing I cannot handle is more bad luck.



An Ethereal Motion

influences the fog, causes

involuntary emulation of steam,

rising undeterred. The green is

abandoned, over, exposed to sun-

seared alightment. Excessive

growth is anticipated.



Because Seashells

are temporary

domiciles, beach-front properties with panoramic views,

the transient dwellers migrate, gypsies dancing

from calcium tent to calcium tent.

Waking at dawn, they feel

the pull of ocean’s leash, yanking

them from sedentary stability, cannot resist

a day of summer’s heat against fully-exposed body

as they sweep across sand, searching for tomorrow’s shelter.

A.J. Huffman’s poetry, fiction, haiku, and photography have appeared in hundreds of national and international journals, including Labletter, The James Dickey Review, 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.

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