Overpass

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Overpass

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In the gravel hole

slumbering in cold fatigue

open, and open is tomorrow

never arriving. But pale and pasty

sickness in my mirror is all I see

when I look at my changing body, changing

again to form a great wonder.

Weak as a broken limb, my mind

is empty of inspiration and I am drifting with this seed

from day to day waiting for the sting to pass

and leave only a larger belly and joy

of what (in time)

                 will be.

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Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Thirteen Myna Birds “, June 2017

http://13myna.blogspot.ca/2013/02/13.html

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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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Dark Night

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Dark Night

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Can’t

              stand the long drawn spike wedging

year upon year into my belly – can’t

              breathe under this burden of debt

and the cold didactic sentiments of the crowd – can’t

              live without some relief, some saving grace

to upload this struggle and haul it to the nearest dump – can’t

              understand the ruthless actions that forsake

the existence of God and paint a false justice on each toenail

to count and display at convenient random – can’t

              get my head around the hate that jettisons

into my arms because of the path

that has been laid before me – can’t

              help but try to hold on to the fine threads

of my sanity, to look at love and believe that is all

that matters – can’t

              keep this cast-iron anchor cuffed to my bones or take

another step in this downfall direction – can’t

              think in terms of linear hopes and

just-making-it calculations

 

Can’t

              do anything but say that I can’t

then send this confession

into the wind

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Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Our Poetry Archive, Contemporary Women’s Poetry Anthology “, July 2017

https://anthologyofcontemporarywomenspoetry.blogspot.ca/

https://anthologyofcontemporarywomenspoetry.blogspot.ca/2017/07/allison-grayhurst.html

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

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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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My Dreams Come

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My Dreams Come

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I move and lose my frame

of ultimate freedom. Into

immobile dreams, and growing

fast are the fantastic blossoms of my mind.

As the hard core challenge

gets tucked in my socks

like a saved coin for tougher days,

I get weak with the demands on my shelf,

lazy in my intent though still I am

loved. Loved, but lost again and not at the

potential I am asked to uphold.

 

The sound rises in my ear. I put more

pillows under my head. I see the TV light

blind the brighter one beneath my bed.

 

I won’t touch the crown or the things of great seed

until my excuses and ways to crawl under

are called to task and asked by me

                                           to permanently, irrevocably

                                                     leave.

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Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst

3013

amazon.com/author/allisongrayhurst

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First published in “Our Poetry Archive, Contemporary Women’s Poetry Anthology “, July 2017

https://anthologyofcontemporarywomenspoetry.blogspot.ca/

https://anthologyofcontemporarywomenspoetry.blogspot.ca/2017/07/allison-grayhurst.html

 

You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

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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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SomeOne New

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SomeOne New

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Change is crouching

on my back deck,

behind the pillars

and rotted wood.

Change is tossing in my womb

and giving me a bell to ring.

Like someone new to sing to,

it nicks my forehead with its

broken rhythm. Like starlight

weaving under my skin, growing,

wanting my speed,

change is alive, but small as a rice grain

forming its heavenly head.

Welcome little hamlet of wonder,

welcome from the blue breath of God.

Come see us all and turn this home

of three kindred souls into four.

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Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst

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amazon.com/author/allisongrayhurst

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Published in “Our Poetry Archive, Contemporary Women’s Poetry Anthology “, July 2017

https://anthologyofcontemporarywomenspoetry.blogspot.ca/

https://anthologyofcontemporarywomenspoetry.blogspot.ca/2017/07/allison-grayhurst.html

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Published in “Medusa’s Kitchen” June 2017

http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.ca/2017/06/someone-new.html

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

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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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Vacant Underground

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Vacant Underground

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No sales clerk

or hand to count coins.

A wish is like a wave that breathes,

hunting with the tide.

The sand is grasped but never held –

its form lost again in the unforgiving sea.

I had a wish, jealous and absolute.

It took my days like a nunnery and

discarded all urban vice.

It was my only footwear, my mornings

of praise and exalted sighs.

It caused my bones to snap like a dry crust of bread

and left my innards excavated, desperate for anything else.

This wish has never died, though for a decade it has been

beaten down. It walks beside me, deformed and chained.

I own it and it owns me, as we walk, born as one.

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Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “October Hill Magazine Spring 2017 “, June 2017

http://www.octoberhillmagazine.com/spring-2017

October Hill Spring 2017

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

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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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They lie down

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They lie down

as

children would below the blankets

on a cold, unheated night.

They fend for themselves, using the vocabulary

of prophets, the tears of the misplaced

and the belief in mercy.

They stand tall at an impasse,

draw pictures in the wind

and covet love as the only treasure.

They give light in a torrent of darkness and pressure.

They reach new plateaus of surrender

with each failed plan. And all the time

they are singing,

              of sadness

              of wantonness

              of the joy of being loved

              by God.

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Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst

3013

amazon.com/author/allisongrayhurst

 

First published in “Moongate Motherbird”, June 2017

 

https://motherbird.com/they-lie-down-poem-by-allison-grayhurst/

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

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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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The Bane of My Hypocrisy

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The Bane of My Hypocrisy

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Point – a head twisted backwards,

gazing with upside-down eyes

at the rainy world, a tightly woven

madness that is interrupted at the moment

of release, beauty recovered

but broken before experienced – an acorn

crushed by a car wheel – the treacherous and

oblivious – a candle looked at but never lit.

It is the time of a baby’s teething, when pain drools out in

a flooding aftermath of unnameable agony.

This is the child who

has no use for the outside world. This is me curled into

a dull surrender – unsure if there is a next move,

if there will be a time when I can rid myself of the bile

filling my belly – the corporate pimps and sluts, the self-

important money-makers, the big little people,

these devil’s minions who try to bury me in their fear

and their soulless security, panting at my doorstep

with their sewn-on smiles and breath

of fresh infant’s blood.

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Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Outlaw Poetry”, June 2017

https://www.outlawpoetry.com/the-bane-of-my-hypocrisy-by-allison-grayhurst/

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Published in “Urtica” June 2017

http://urticalitblog.blogspot.ca/2017/06/the-bane-of-my-hypocrisy-by-allison.html

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Published in “Stay Weird and Keep Writing Publishing” June 2017

https://stayweirdandkeepwriting.wordpress.com/2017/06/03/allison-grayhurst-2/

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

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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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