Toes clasping
ice
hunching
small holes
huddle of
drab-brown
overcoat
so old
so cold
no son
no daughter
to take him
in.

-Priscilla Atkins

“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:

• “To Earth” by Leatha Kendrick
• “Thirteen Blackbirds Lookings to Do Something New” by Katie Manning
• “Grammar” by Larry Moore
• “Shut Up!” by Suchoon Mo
• “My Elephant” by Christine Strevinsky
  

Priscilla Atkins lives near the intersection of two lakes, in a town where Main Street never ices over in winter.