“We’ve recently received the work of Toronto poet Allison

Grayhurst, a collection of vivid imagery and gripping

enjambment that puts the reader in a spiralling world

of despair. By using language to express the human 

conflicts of inner turmoil and the way in which our past

burdens interact with the subconscious, the self and

the world around us, Grayhurst sculpts poems that are

revealing and confessional, as well as technically adept

in their formatting and diction,” 

David Eatock, The Continuist.

 

A Short Interview:

 

http://www.drunkmonkeys.onimpression.com/thieves-of-muse/

http://www.drunkmonkeys.us/poetry/2015/3/5/thieves-of-muse-by-allison-grayhurst

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Thieves Of Muse 

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I hope my star does not

 

shift from Earth and sight,

 

into galaxies unbridled by

 

God. And that my vision has

 

hair and pulse, enough

 

to reach the primal light, grow

 

a new strength with each

 

passing defeat.

 

 

In hours of climbing the worn pillars of love, as death

forces on through sleep, futility & tears, and climbing,

climbing to no avail, to see no sun, feel only the cold 

shattering of heartbreak and the mind undoing . . .

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Copyright © 1997 by Allison Grayhurst

 

Thieves of Muse