The Alligator Attacked
the infiltrator of his perceived territory
just as we crossed over their bridge. Two
huge mouths, full of teeth, ascended
from water, locked against each other,
screamed outrage and indignation. The wooden
planks beneath our feet shook with aggression,
but only momentarily as the younger,
sensing defeat, raced for cover of foliage
and the older smiled at us, a victor
graciously granting humans passage.
The Squirrel Tried
to get in the baby’s stroller. I
guess he was tired
of running around, begging for
nuts from strangers.
The little girl seemed nice
enough. She waved at him,
didn't try to hit him in the head
with empty shells,
though she was surprised when he
sprung
onto the seat next to her. She let
him rest
his tail a moment before her
mother shooed him away.
Iceberg
A frozen sea stands, a fort
against the sun,
Invisible, an artist picking
at its own
edges. Sharp.
Smooth.
Broken
to show the blue of forever
it holds like a key
to a secret
heart.
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. www.kindofahurricanepress.com
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