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May Days and Freedom Walks

May Days and Freedom Walks

Spinozablue welcomes the poetry and fiction of A.J. Huffman and Charles Tarlton, plus new work by returning champions Donal Mahoney and Steve Klepetar. *     *     *     *     * I’m currently reading a fantastic history by Eric Foner, The Fiery Trial.  It’s a biography of Lincoln in a sense, but focuses on his relationship to slavery and its abolition. Two hundred pages in, I’m reminded of just how far we’ve come, and how incredibly, tragically long it took us to get…

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A.J. Huffman: Midnight Walks Electric

A.J. Huffman: Midnight Walks Electric

Midnight Walks   Pink elephants glitter through a memory of a garden.  Soaked in rain, we dance so carefully.  Echoing each other’s indifference regarding vision, we pattern a moon. Dialed for futility, invisible hands reached through ghosts (broth present and unaccounted for). Laughter lightening tongues toward tales of fear and following.  Our hands folding inside each other as we cross a bridge no one built to come out.  Unscathed is a fairy-told demon.  We find only slightly scarred is more…

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Chronicle of the Wind-Down Bird

Chronicle of the Wind-Down Bird

September brings us new poetry by Ali Zaidi, A. J. Huffman and Raymond Farr. Returning champ, Donal Mahoney, writes about the well-springs of art. *     *     *     *     * How does one’s health impact writing, reading and making art in general? How does it derail or derange one’s sense of priorities and connection with life’s mission? I am certainly not alone in thinking about such things in moments such as these, when faced with certain severe alterations to the norm….

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A. J. Huffman: Walking Trance

A. J. Huffman: Walking Trance

A Waking Trance.  For Two?   I miss your eyes in the night. The silent peace of their closing. Tucked. Secretly inside a whisper. They leave  a bare imprint. Subconsciously re-assigned. I consciously resign to dream them back into memory. Each night they emerge. Another shape another shade another layer. Soon the image will be soiled. Again. Faintly glittering. An ephemeral altar.   For worship or sacrifice? Will remain to be (un)seen.   – – A. J. Huffman   Copyright…

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