by J. S. Absher
Months fly by, the older you become— the day of thanks gives way to boisterous Christmas, the turkey drumstick, then the Christmas drum. Years fly by, the older you become. Healthy today, tomorrow a fatal symptom, a gasp for breath, a fall. Enjoy the rush as life flies by. The older you become, let days of thanks turn into joyous Christmas.
J. S. Absher is a poet and independent scholar. His first full-length book of poetry, Mouth Work (St. Andrews University Press) won the 2015 Lena Shull Competition of the North Carolina Poetry Society. His second full-length collection, Skating Rough Ground, is scheduled to appear next year. Chapbooks are Night Weather (Cynosura, 2010) and The Burial of Anyce Shepherd (Main Street Rag, 2006). Absher is also preparing three books focusing on North Carolina and Southern US history, two of which (Love Letters of a Mississippi Lawyer and My Own Life, or A Deserted Wife) were published this year. He lives in Raleigh, NC, with his wife, Patti. Website: www.js-absher-poetry.com