Our nights come gifting
us with burning stars,
sifted by the contours
this language carves.
We, gang of pushers
of verbal flowers
awaiting orders
from our stars to bury
us in showers.
Our suns rise all night,
ripping packaging off
talents coming wrapped
inside life.
-A. H. Jerriod Avant
“There are sharp flashes of light, moments when the miraculous world reveals itself to us swiftly, fully. And, because the mind is also a miracle, the lucky words sometimes arrive to capture that revelation and through it witness what it means to be alive. That is the gift of this gorgeous collection.”
– Mary Ann Taylor-Hall
Recent posts from Bigger Than They Appear:
- “On the Street” by E. Gail Chandler
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- “Crows/Snow” by Martha Gehringer
- “Weather Depending” by Andrei Guruianu
- “Having Banished the Musicians” by Tom C. Hunley
A. H. Jerriod Avant was raised in Longtown, Mississippi. A Jackson State University alumnus, he’s currently a 2nd-year MFA (poetry) student at Spalding University in Louisville, Kentucky.