Time like . . .


Time like . . .


There is time like there is

a carpet or somebody

knocking on the door. The battle

rages in a chaotic frenzy. People

cave into fears as if that means

‘maturity’. There is no time like there is

no permanence other than God.

Stimulation and bleeding gums.

Sit down, run your hand over your face. I will

run my fingers along your jaw line, your

brow line, and trace a constellation. Be my

instrument, expose the terror I cautiously keep. Call me

a hypocrite and then forgive me,

avenge me for my mortality.

In heaven, the Earth is a vegetable left too long in

the fridge. In the mornings, I am lonely but want only

to be alone. Your breath howls, sometimes I can hear it

when you think you are sleeping. Those times I would rip

across any void just to clean your blood. Time is

laughing at us, because we’ve touched the flesh of freedom

and everything after that wears on our skin,

groaning, growing

as instant madness.



.Copyright © 2012 by Allison Grayhurst





First published in “Tic Toc poetry anthology”, June 2014

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“Allison Grayhurst intertwines a potent spirituality throughout her work so that each poem is not simply a statement or observation, but a revelation that demands the reader’s personal involvement. Grayhurst’s poetic genius is profound and evident. Her voice is uniquely authentic, undeniable in its dignified vulnerability as it is in its significance,” Kyp Harness, singer/songwriter, author.

“Allison Grayhurst’s poems are like cathedrals witnessing and articulating in unflinching graphic detail the gritty angst and grief of life, while taking it to rare clarity, calm and comfort. Grayhurst’s work is haunting, majestic and cleansing, often leaving one breathless in the wake of its intelligence, hope, faith and love amidst the muck of life. Many of Allison Grayhurst’s poems are simply masterpieces. Grayhurst’s poetry is a lighthouse of intelligent honour… indeed, intelligence rips through her work like white water,” Taylor Jane Green, Registered Spiritual Psychotherapist and author.


Book reviews of the River is Blind paperback:

“Throughout (The River is Blind), she (Allison Grayhurst) employs 
reiterated tropes of swallowing and being consumed, spatial fullness 
and emptiness, shut- in, caverns, chasms, cavities; angels, archangels, 
blasphemy, psalms; satiation or starved. With a conceit of unrequited sex as “my desire”, nocturnal emissions, awakening in the morning, the poet lives at capacity, uninhibited, dancing,” Anne Burke, poet, regional representative for Alberta on the League of Canadian Poets’ Council, and chair of the Feminist Caucus.


“Allison’s poetic prose is insightful, enwrapping, illuminating and brutally truthful. It probes the nature of the human spirit, relationships, spirituality and God. It is sung as the clearest song is sung within a cathedral by choir. It is whispered as faintly as a heartbroken goodbye. It is alive with the life of a thousand birds in flight within the first glint of morning sun. It is as solemn as the sad-sung ballad of a noble death. 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. THE RIVER IS BLIND is a must-read,”  Eric M. Vogt, poet and author.



2 responses to “Time like . . .

  1. Love it:

    cave into fears as if that means

    “There is no time like there is
    no permanence other than God.”

    “Be my
    instrument, expose the terror I cautiously keep.”

    “In the mornings, I am lonely but want only
    to be alone.”

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