The poetry of Allison Grayhurst

“Her poems read like the journal entries of a mystic – perhaps that what they are. They are abstract and vivid, like a dreamy manifestation of soul. This is the best way, in prose, one can describe the music which is … the poetry of Allison Grayhurst.” – Blaise Wigglesworth, “Oh! Magazine: Ryerson’s Arts and Culture Voice”.

Read at your peril. You will never look at this world in quite the same way again. Your eye will instinctively search the sky for eagles and scan the dark earth for the slightest movement of smallest ant, your heart will reach for tall mountains, bathe in the most intimate of passions and in the grain and grit of our earth. Such is Allison Grayhurst. Such is her poetry,” Eric M. Vogt, poet and author.

“Grayhurst is a great Canadian poet. All of Allison Grayhurst’s poetry is original, sometimes startling, and more often than not, powerful. Anyone who loves modern poetry that does not follow the common path will find Grayhurst complex, insightful, and as good a poet as anyone writing in the world today. Grayhurst’s poetry volumes are highly, highly recommended,” Tom Davis, poet, novelist and educator.

“Grayhurst’s poetry is a translucent, ethereal dream in which words push through the fog, always searching, struggling, and reaching for the powerful soul at its heart. Her work is vibrant and shockingly original,” Beach Holme Publishers.

“Allison Grayhurst poetry has a tribal and timeless feeling, reminiscent of the Biblical commentary in Ecclesiastes,” Cristina Deptula, editor of Synchronized Chaos.

“What a treasure Allison Grayhurst is. Her gift? To unfold for us life at this intensity of feeling and revelation. Who knew truth and beauty could be so intertwined and so passionate?,” Taylor Jane Green, BA, RIHR, CH, Registered Holistic Talk Therapist and author.

“Allison Grayhurst’s poetry appears visceral, not for the faint of heart, and moves forward with a dynamism, with a frenetic pulse. If you seek the truth, the physical blood and bones, then, by all means, open the world into which we were all born,” Anne Burke, poet, regional representative for Alberta on the League of Canadian Poets’ Council, and chair of the Feminist Caucus.

“When I read Allison Grayhurst’s poetry, I am compelled by the intensity and strength of her spirituality. Her personal experience of God drives her poetry. With honesty and vulnerability, she fleshes out the profound mystery of knowing at once both the beauty and terror of God’s love, both freedom and obedience, deep joy and sorrow, both being deeply rooted in but also apart from the world, and lastly, both life and death. Her poems undulate through these paradoxes with much feeling and often leave me breathless, shaken. Allison Grayhurst’s poems are both beautiful and difficult to behold,” Anna Mark, poet and teacher.

“Grayhurst’s rapturous outpouring of imagery makes her poems easily enjoyable … Like a sear the poet seeks to fathom sensual and spiritual experience through the images of a dream.” Canadian Literature.

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Allison Grayhurst is a full member of the League of Canadian Poets. Three of her poems were nominated for “Best of the Net” 2015, and one eight-part story-poem was nominated For “Best of the Net” in 2017. She has more than 1185 poems published in over 460 international literary magazines, journals and anthologies in Canada, United States, England, India, Ireland, China, Scotland, Wales, Austria, Romania, New Zealand, Zambia, Bangladesh, Colombia and Australia.                                                                                                    

Her book Somewhere Falling was published by Beach Holme Publishers, a Porcepic Book, in Vancouver in 1995. Since then she has published fifteen other books of poetry and five collections with Edge Unlimited Publishing.

Prior to the publication of Somewhere Falling she had a poetry book published, Common Dream (1991), and four chapbooks, (Before the Dawn, Joshua’s Shoulder, Perfect Love, and Jumana), published by The Plowman, all in 1989.

Her poetry chapbook The River is Blind was published by Ottawa publisher above/ground press 2012. In 2014, her chapbook Surrogate Dharma was published by Kind of a Hurricane Press, Barometric Pressures Author Series.

In 2015, her book No Raft – No Ocean was published by Scars Publications. More recently, her book Make the Wind was published in 2016 by Scars Publications. As well, her book Trial and Witness – selected poems, was published in 2016 by Creative Talents Unleashed (CTU Publishing Group).

Walkways cover 2Some of places her work has appeared in include Parabola (Alone & Together print issue summer 2012); Elephant Journal; Literary Orphans; Blue Fifth Review; The American Aesthetic; Drunk Monkeys, Agave Magazine; JuxtaProse Literary Magazine, South Florida Arts Journal; Gris-Gris; New Binary Press Anthology; The Brooklyn Voice; Straylight Literary Magazine; The Milo Review; Foliate Oak Literary Magazine; The Antigonish Review; Dalhousie Review; Chicago Record Magazine; The New Quarterly; Wascana Review; Poetry Nottingham International; The Cape Rock; Ayris; Journal of Contemporary Anglo-Scandinavian Poetry; The Toronto Quarterly; Fogged Clarity, Boston Poetry Magazine; Decanto; White Wall Review.  

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img432Over 1185 of Allison Grayhurst’s published poems are available to read on this website. All of these poems are accompanied by Allison Grayhurst’s audio reading of the poem. Links to each poem by title:  https://allisongrayhurst.com/links-to-poems-by-title/

Almost all of Allison Grayhurst’s books are available for a free reading on Issuu and/or a PDF file link to download from the page on the main menu: 

https://allisongrayhurst.com/free-pdf-download-of-books/ 

https://issuu.com/allisongrayhurst

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Allison Grayhurst’s completed published work to date is available to read in six volumes titled The Poetry of Allison Grayhurst – completed works from 1988 to 2017, all published in 2017 by Edge Unlimited Publishing. Selected poems from this body of work are published in Sight at Zero (selected poems 1988 to 2017), Edge Unlimited Publishing, 2017. 

      

Allison Grayhurst also sculpts, working with clay and casting into concrete. Her sculpting body of work can be found in the published book The Sculptures of Allison Grayhurst, Edge Unlimited Publishing, 2017.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Collaborating with Allison Grayhurst on the lyrics, Vancouver-based singer/songwriter/musician Diane Barbarash transformed eight of Allison Grayhurst’s poems into songs, creating a full album entitled River – Songs from the poetry of Allison Grayhurst, released October 2017.

www.dianebarbarash.bandcamp.com 

https://store.cdbaby.com/cd/dianebarbarash3 

https://itunes.apple.com/ca/album/river-songs-from-the-poetry-of-allison-grayhurst/id1293420648

 

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CBC -Ultimate Canadian Poetry List #34

http://www.cbc.ca/books/sight-at-zero-1.4618370

http://www.cbc.ca/books/your-ultimate-canadian-poetry-list-68-poetry-collections-recommended-by-you-1.4613146

Amazon Author Pageamazon.com/author/allisongrayhurst

UK Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.co.uk/-/e/B001KIWQUS

Amazon.ca: http://www.amazon.ca/s?_encoding=UTF8&field-author=Allison%20Grayhurst&search-alias=books-ca

The League of Canadian Poets:  https://leagueofcanadianpoets.wildapricot.org/Sys/PublicProfile/41491211/4321598

Poets&Writers: http://www.pw.org/content/allison_grayhurst

Goodreads Author: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1937690.Allison_Grayhurst

Issuu: https://issuu.com/allisongrayhurst

E-mail: allisongrayhurst@rogers.com

Creative Talents Unleashed (CTU Publishing Group) Author Page: http://www.ctupublishinggroup.com/allison-grayhurst-.html

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No Wedding Day

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No Wedding Day

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Held up by the strings

and the ragged chains

of expectation.

 

This is the

last vein to burst,

the last root

to dry.

 

Keep your milk

and music for

the moon – mother

of dreams, mother

of personal metaphor.

 

The marriage ring has taken

its final curve.

From now on, only

a gypsy smile,

only a trumpet blow

for the wanderer’s freedom.

 

Clouds cave over the sun

like a fist. Children play on

the green-pink hills

as all disappointments line up

on the wave of their laughter

to be killed or

pardoned.

 

 

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Step Through Summer

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Step Through Summer

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            Dying for my thoughts to fade

into an amnesiac slur, not judge my

convalescent love.

            Waiting for sleep to

move to a higher

octave, away from guilt, blame and

artful blindness.

            The light that falls forever

into the gullies

of souls and skulls – comforts

but cannot heal. The wind too cannot

give like a compass burn.

            I pace the floors, longing

to surrender what I have

to the summer flowers,

remaining.

 

 

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As Your Sky Opens

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As Your Sky Opens

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I touch your eyelids

not to keep closed

nor to help lift,

just to understand

how such secrets form.

 

The night’s creatures

rise like needles from the earth,

into the trees, into the throbbing river’s arms.

 

You have so many days ahead,

so many visions unnamed, ready to be spoken.

 

Your tears drop like swallows.

 

Your smile changes the shape of each cloud.

 

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Working with Glory

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Working with Glory

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In the rich thick salt

of a sea,

gulls gather creating

havoc with their stammering wings.

 

A dog brushes my knees.

Small pebble shells cover my toes.

 

I walk to the pavement where

an insect crawls,

seeing purpose there as great

as any mountain climber’s weight and cause.

 

I follow a madman off the pavement

into the bush, hearing the waking

of an oncoming downpour.

 

In a raven’s beak descending

a chant echoes into the open:

 

It brings in rays of maximum heat,

sets my name

               on fire.

 

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To Mourn the Dusk

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To Mourn the Dusk

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Measure of rain,

echoing through his

protected slumber.

 

Authenticity locked beneath

his belly, amidst swarming

bullets of base destruction.

 

Rage grinding, titling his

equilibrium, shrinking

an ivory sun.

 

People play with him, give response

to his repeating voice, won’t abort

his fatal ebb and flow.

 

He sits with arrows under his seat,

trusts nothing but the iron isolation

of betrayal.

 

Will not speak to children or enjoy

a paint-by-number. Loves only

chewed wounds, impossible needs,

 

the drowned swimmer

of

his mind.

 

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Hawk

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Hawk

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Paradise bound

by doubt’s heavy claw.

 

Our promises were

fracturing. The hour

melted into sleep

then confusion.

 

In the bed where our stones

were gathered like oracles

of deliverance came the touch

of communion, your hands

crossing my boundary flesh.

 

Splitting the atmosphere,

and your eyes, feverish with love’s

great skill.

 

You circled me,

sliding down

through the stronghold space

between, entered

and gave what in tomorrow

I may never find.

 

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The Leap

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The Leap

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            His body

has fallen

onto the pyramid’s point.

            Pyramid

of passion’s climb, edge of

water of sunstroke-sea.

            Thunder

in his bones, contagious,

moves through his nails and

            hairstrands.

Has one dedication – to seek

and scream. Has no

            mother

no rite of passage to

soak him in strength.

            Thunder

of hard fought-for joy.

He tosses and turns at

            the tip,

on his heels.

He lies flat, feet and arms

            spread

like some great animal,

fossilized, once

in flight.

 

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