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Another Station

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I raced to the perimeter,

stopping at the dot and

found the sun half-gone

like a kiss that never was.

I touched the tree and the tree

did not know I was there.

I peeled the skin from my fingers

to feel a deeper sensation.

The line and the ledge and the no-space in-between.

The devil is bitter and hard. I spoke to the devil

and held time with his eyes. But breaking free,

leaping from the circle – these aspirations

are growing up, taking long and slow breaths,

all the while, becoming

more formidable.

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Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Bluepepper” June 2017

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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.

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