Looking In

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Looking In

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How easy to feel the weight

of choice, mutually

with the burden of circumstance.

Childhood ripens then wilts,

and in your unguarded hands, only

shades of poverty-stricken

summers remain; enormous & unavoidable.

 

What is real is not always the same as

what is eternal, yet those days,

when overabundant with love,

reappear, and strangely, make a difference.

 

You hold a torch, moving urgently through aqueducts

towards icy light. When you reach

the blue loneliness of abstraction, secretly

you are sure

the fullness of truth has rushed away

from you; and that this knowledge

too, is unusable.

 

You flourish beside the lightheaded angels. You carve

in stone, in vain

their god-affirming songs. You stand

outside, alarmed. You disappear.

 

Time hangs in your thoughts like an imaginary lover.

You look in the mirror and see

a great void, a perfect smile . . . and see

there is still so much left

to learn.

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Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Synchronized Chaos” July 2017

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“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

 “Allison Grayhurst’s Common Dream is a massive book by a talented and enthusiastic young writer, with a feel for descriptive, meaningful verse. Philosophical and very deep,” Paul Rance, editor of Eastern Rainbow, U.K.,  spring 1993.

“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

“Rich images and complex, shifting metaphors drive Allison Grayhurst’s poems. She focuses on sexual love and interior landscapes, widening to include the heart, eternity and all.”  Next Exit

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When The City Speaks

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When The City Speaks

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It is no small place

this devil’s field

where leopard’s blood

runs through the streets

like a constellation

cut from the sky.

Drunkards, drug pushers,

the cold amoebas that

die without seeing a dawn.

In Chinatown, the spell is

set loose, splitting

sidewalks with fury.

Waxen murderers, a barnyard

of devourers.

Inside,

lovers tremble,

clutched tight together,

sensual and desperate,

anaesthetized by passion,

by common fear

of the cruel madness

that pounds and pursues

just outside their door,

where all

will never be

well nor

free. 

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Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “The Bees Are Dead” July 2017

“It is our great pleasure to announce that Allison Grayhurst’s ‘When the City Speaks’ is our 100th publication! Grayhurst’s poem is a paradigm example of the tone and theme that The Bees Are Dead set out to promote. It presents modern urban living as a dystopia already contrived – where class is a predator, red in tooth and claw; an airborne sickness. Where ‘opportunity’ is but a taunt. 
Grayhurst’s lines are snappy and frantic, reflecting the anxiety of her city’s skittish citizens. Her imagery is bleak yet with a surreal beauty coaxed up by zoomorphic and East Asian references. A classic grayscale poem with flashes of luminous iridescence…

We are fortunate to have two more pieces from this great poet locked away safely in our hive’s vault, and we look forward to sharing these with you in the not too distant future…

– P.A-B.”

http://www.thebeesaredead.com/poetry/city-speaks-allison-grayhurst/

 

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“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

 “Allison Grayhurst’s Common Dream is a massive book by a talented and enthusiastic young writer, with a feel for descriptive, meaningful verse. Philosophical and very deep,” Paul Rance, editor of Eastern Rainbow, U.K.,  spring 1993.

“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

“Rich images and complex, shifting metaphors drive Allison Grayhurst’s poems. She focuses on sexual love and interior landscapes, widening to include the heart, eternity and all.”  Next Exit

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Seasick

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Seasick

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            Lovers of winter

weep for the strange

constellation that

gave birth to their

joining.

 

            Notes of music rise

like a boy

from the river

giving air to a free

sadness

 

            I remember

how well & true

your lips established mine

with their tenderness

 

            There beside you,

mute & marvelling, we should have

given less

to the shadows . . .

 

            for the firedogs have

crept into the rainwater,

and your smile

splits the cloudbanks

no more

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Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Chicago Record Magazine” June 2017

http://magazine-record.blogspot.ca/2017/06/how-sky-came-when-i-was-grainof-sand-i.html

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

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“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

 “Allison Grayhurst’s Common Dream is a massive book by a talented and enthusiastic young writer, with a feel for descriptive, meaningful verse. Philosophical and very deep,” Paul Rance, editor of Eastern Rainbow, U.K.,  spring 1993.

“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

“Rich images and complex, shifting metaphors drive Allison Grayhurst’s poems. She focuses on sexual love and interior landscapes, widening to include the heart, eternity and all.”  Next Exit

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How The Sky Came

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How The Sky Came

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When I was a grain of sand,

I saw a rainbow robe

the sea – the weather passed

and turned me into

rock.

 

When I was a rock

dust and tears made a bed

inside of me, until

a mountain I rose.

 

When I was a mountain,

protecting beasts and people

from the city’s pillaged tongue,

giving them sanction

beneath my hard shawl,

a hand swept down

and destroyed my peace,

turning me into sky:

 

a castle for the stars.

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Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Chicago Record Magazine” June 2017

http://magazine-record.blogspot.ca/2017/06/how-sky-came-when-i-was-grainof-sand-i.html

http://magazine-record.blogspot.ca/2017/06/

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

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“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

 “Allison Grayhurst’s Common Dream is a massive book by a talented and enthusiastic young writer, with a feel for descriptive, meaningful verse. Philosophical and very deep,” Paul Rance, editor of Eastern Rainbow, U.K.,  spring 1993.

“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

“Rich images and complex, shifting metaphors drive Allison Grayhurst’s poems. She focuses on sexual love and interior landscapes, widening to include the heart, eternity and all.”  Next Exit

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Fish Hook

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Fish Hook

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Living is a cave,

a wink of darkness.

Eyes yawning,

squinting with weariness.

Sigh then wail,

the earthquake begins….

Convalescent world,

what value is there in unpraiseworthy pain?

First he rose. I died

in his light. Sun – sunset

crushed wild with the weight.

I cannot weep or roar

just here

emptied without a  tremble,

a lamentation, without

poor, petty pride

or disastrous fear.

He urges isolation,

I crack dead as the unknown,

feeling ripped from the onion shell

having      no heath

no reason,

I dangle hungry,

pierced.

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Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “JVC Poetry Newsletter Volume 1, Number 9” May 1990

Published under the pseudonym “Jocelyn Kain” aka Allison Grayhurst

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“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

 “Allison Grayhurst’s Common Dream is a massive book by a talented and enthusiastic young writer, with a feel for descriptive, meaningful verse. Philosophical and very deep,” Paul Rance, editor of Eastern Rainbow, U.K.,  spring 1993.

“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

“Rich images and complex, shifting metaphors drive Allison Grayhurst’s poems. She focuses on sexual love and interior landscapes, widening to include the heart, eternity and all.”  Next Exit

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Love’s Atmosphere

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Love’s Atmosphere

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Today I tongue

       your private

dimension …

 

Too much transparency, empty

breathing.

       I feel my body like the moon,

lined by

       night. The clock

leaves a shadows on the bald

       wall. You claim your cross & climb

to my side, barely

                 making it across the covers.

I am

       skin

wet, golden – your prehistoric

                 lover.

       I whisper my worst terrors, fill your

ears with my hoodlum

                 artillery, and ask

if nothing else –

                 to be saved.

 

Glittering with the substance

                 of sorrow,

you fold my face in your

       wordless

                 hands,

losing me there.

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Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Poetry Halifax Dartmouth – Number 42″ October 1991

Published under the pseudonym “Jocelyn Kain” aka Allison Grayhurst

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

 

“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

 “Allison Grayhurst’s Common Dream is a massive book by a talented and enthusiastic young writer, with a feel for descriptive, meaningful verse. Philosophical and very deep,” Paul Rance, editor of Eastern Rainbow, U.K.,  spring 1993.

“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

“Rich images and complex, shifting metaphors drive Allison Grayhurst’s poems. She focuses on sexual love and interior landscapes, widening to include the heart, eternity and all.”  Next Exit

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Lost Night

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Lost Night

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Silence

speaks this lost night,

comes the cold shadow

and takes my breath away.

 

Hot heart, heavy mind

mutually weary of one another.

 

Silent

like the low flight of birds,

like the river’s rhythm,

and the resting fish within,

like the deep shade of this fading dusk.

 

I follow the storm

into the wave,

I follow the sun

into the darkening sky

and enter straight into midnight.

 

So help  me . . .

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Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Poetry WLU- A University Arts Journal, Volume 10”, Spring 1989

Published under the pseudonym “Jocelyn Kain” aka Allison Grayhurst

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

 

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“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

 “Allison Grayhurst’s Common Dream is a massive book by a talented and enthusiastic young writer, with a feel for descriptive, meaningful verse. Philosophical and very deep,” Paul Rance, editor of Eastern Rainbow, U.K.,  spring 1993.

“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

“Rich images and complex, shifting metaphors drive Allison Grayhurst’s poems. She focuses on sexual love and interior landscapes, widening to include the heart, eternity and all.”  Next Exit

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