Abraham Smith is one of my favorite living poets keeping the art form alive. He stokes the fires of imagination and his persistence keeps the cinders of inspiration smoldering. It is a joy to read his work and a thrill to hear him read it in person.
—Margo Price

The mists that hover over a meadow first thing in the morning do not disappear; rather they sublime into the day or, as Thoreau once put it, they "conform to the fashions of eternity." In One Warm Morning, Abraham Smith likewise hovers gently over his words as they sublime, effortlessly it seems, into an eternity of free access and inviolable intimacy. Along the way, the music they make is the most companionable that I know.
—Donald Revell