J.S. ABSHER
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    • Weeding
    • Winter Beeches
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    • “Pluck Enough”: The Winston-Salem Riot of 1895
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​Night Weather

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“Stan Absher’s poems are airy, piercingly bright, yet willing to settle briefly on your palm. Never can they be pinched between thumb and forefinger like a dead specimen. Open to any page, touch your tongue to a line, inhale the pinprick drop of scent as from honeysuckle flower. In the book, the seasons of haiku are punctuated by longer poems, but even these retain the sense of being present in their one precise moment: low sun / raking the leaves / into long shadows.” – Bill Griffin, “Become the Image – JS Absher,” Griffinpoetry 
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“Absher demonstrates in all of these poems what is undoubtedly the poet’s most important skill: keen observation. Nowhere is that more apparent than in “Ripeness Is All,” which I quote in its entirety below:

Weighting the low branches, vermilion
splotched with apple green, it hands
in easy reach — not quite ready
to pick, but turn his eye away one
moment, it will bruise with neglect.

​The exact moment never comes
when it falls easily to hand.
By day it holds the stem like
a hooked redeye, then over night
spikes itself on the stubble.

When is my time, he wonders,
when will I, trembling with plenty,
let go into the ripe void?
When will I steer
drunkenly into the blade?


This metaphoric representation of the ceaselessly anticipatory nature of human existence resonates not only with our own perceptions of the natural world but also with our unspoken impressions of life, and of course, with all the literary and personal associations we have with the concept of forbidden fruit. Such associative richness is what makes these poems, and all good haiku, and all good imagism, work. It is this quality above all others that make such poems enjoyable.” – Scott Owens, “Review of Stan Absher’s “Night Weather”” (https://wildgoosepoetryreview.wordpress.com/2011/02/14/review-of-stan-abshers-night-weather/)

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