Hell
is a world
full
of mirrors.
And
lost among them,
I
am trying to find a face
I
remember.
But
every surface stands silent.
Every
glass —
silver
smooth.
Rippling
emptiness.
Goading
my fear.
I
recognize nothing.
But
the faintest hiss.
Of
air.
Seeping
in.
Seeping
out.
Squeezing
my eyes.
Till
they weep.
Interview
TSTmpj:
Every word in your poem has portent, weight. Have you always
written in this, for want of a better word, stark vein?
A.J.
Huffman: Yes, I have. I tend to
write when I am very emotional. By proxy, that emotion tends to infuse
itself into every piece.
*
TSTmpj:
Who are some of the writers you admire, and what lessons do you consider
you have learnt from them over your writing career?
A.J.
Huffman: I have been told this is
blasphemous for a woman to say, but my favorite writer is Charles
Bukowski. I love his raw attitude. Obviously, as an emotional and
somewhat confessional writer, I have also been influenced by Plath and
Sexton. And, of course, I cannot forget my dear friend and fellow poet,
April Salzano, who has taught me more about the importance of precision line
breaks than I ever thought I would need to know.
*
TSTmpj:
How much of yourself do you portray in your work? If you could have
a reader taking one thing away from the featured poem, what would it be?
A.J.
Huffman: I think it would be fair to say
that there is an element of myself in every piece I write -- no matter what the
genre. Obviously, poetry being a more personal medium, more of my
emotion, and thusly more of myself, tends to find its way into the
pieces. So, yeah, I'm there looking back out at you from the page.
Definitely.
I
think the best thing a reader could take away from "In the Vortex of Self Destruction" is
that all emotions -- even the negative ones -- have validity and beauty.
They are nothing to be ashamed of. We all have them . . . even if we
don't like to admit it.
Bio Note
A.J.
Huffman, a poet in Daytona Beach, Florida. She has published six
collections of poetry and is working on the seventh.
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