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The Stars are Watching<\/strong><\/p>\n I can feel the blind eyes of night burning <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n A.J. Huffman<\/strong> has published twelve solo chapbooks and one joint chapbook through various small presses. \u00a0Her new poetry collections,\u00a0Another Blood Jet\u00a0<\/em>(Eldritch Press),\u00a0A Few Bullets Short of Home<\/em>\u00a0(mgv2>publishing), Butchery of the Innocent<\/em>\u00a0(Scars Publications), Degeneration<\/em> (Pink Girl Ink) and A Bizarre Burning of Bees<\/em> (Transcendent Zero Press) are now available from their respective publishers and amazon.com. \u00a0She is a four-time Pushcart Prize nominee, a two-time Best of Net nominee, and has published over 2400 poems in various national and international journals, including\u00a0Labletter, The James Dickey Review, Bone Orchard, EgoPHobia,<\/em>\u00a0and\u00a0Kritya. \u00a0<\/em>She is also the founding editor of Kind of a Hurricane Press. \u00a0www.kindofahurricanepress.com.<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Stars are Watching I can feel the blind eyes of night burning this bed.\u00a0 They believe I am as empty as the sheets that cover me.\u00a0 Wrinkled and unmade, our communal flaws are amplified under night\u2019s harsh light.\u00a0 I glare back, spit my wishes in spite. \u00a0I know they will not be […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[135,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-11265","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2016-poetry-picks","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11265","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=11265"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11265\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":23820,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11265\/revisions\/23820"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11265"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11265"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11265"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nthis bed.\u00a0 They believe I am as empty
\nas the sheets that cover me.\u00a0 Wrinkled and unmade,
\nour communal flaws are amplified
\nunder night\u2019s harsh light.\u00a0 I glare back,
\nspit my wishes in spite. \u00a0I know they will not be
\ngranted.\u00a0 I only want the echo of my lips
\nto haunt their hollow stares till dawn.<\/p>\n