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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“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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“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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Soldier Boy

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Soldier Boy

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I caught you. In the dark lanes,

on the highway

courageously following

the signs of Armageddon.

You will go two years

to war, digesting

voicelessly the echoes of filthy battles.

Games. The distance will cost more

than memories, and when the seven-storey castle

crumbles, tell me, my lover,

who will address your fresh

baby-burned hands? Who will hold your

honey-jar, lick it with wild, devoted intent?

Or place your medals

on the mantle and embrace you faithfully

nude?

I am suffering like a sparrow

starring at spring massacred

but the stiff towers.

There are pebbles on the runway piled up like a great stone.

I am missing the means to confront this distress.

The hour glass has turned on its side. Can you help me?

 

We are identical, destined as one,

making love under a mute sky

while twilight still glows guiltlessly

in subtle glory.

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Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Poetry WLU- The Erratic Edition, Volume XXI” Spring/Summer 1991

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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Blue World

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Blue World

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Hobbling like a tropical disease

through the belly of the city.

In my pocket

a bullet

awaiting its target.

In my mouth

a mountain of hope, flowers

forming, rising

like the sun

against the sea.

This garden is odd:

faith is caged in a black hole;

spears, dank thoughts, so much depression

sprayed into the eyes

of good people,

so many wings flapping

shaved hypocrisies.

Suddenly they bar my door

Blue, blue . . .

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Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “JVC Poetry Newsletter Volume 1, Number 5” January 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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If You Wait…

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If You Wait…

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When the man comes

he will be wearing rings of endless

symbol. He will be like a wave,

strong, flexible, seeking shore.

You will know him by his smell

and the way his voice sounds in the rain.

He will lie beside you like a childhood friend,

abandoned to breath and peace

beyond measure.

Rich with depth and kindness,

he will cradle your head on his chest

and you will bless the wound that almost

killed, then brought you near

his golden blood.

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Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Drift #82”, 1996

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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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At The End

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At The End

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Another day is departing

The sky,

crimson

blood-shot

I miss you.

I cry

still.

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Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Japanese Canadian Cultural Centre Newletter”, 1989

Published under the pseudonym “Jocelyn Kain” aka Allison Grayhurst

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Somewhere Falling has a richness of imagery and an intensity of emotion rare in contemporary poetry. Drawn in sharp outlines of light and darkness, and rich shades of colour, with a deep sense of loss and longing and the possibility of salvation, this is an unusual book by a gifted young poet. Grayhurst’s voice is one to which we should continue to pay attention.” — Maggie Helwig, author of Apocalypse Jazz and Eating Glass.

“Responsibility and passion don’t often go together, especially in the work of a young poet. Allison Grayhurst combines them in audacious ways. Somewhere Falling is a grave, yet sensuous book.” – Mark Abley, author of Glasburyon and Blue Sand, Blue Moon.

“Biting into the clouds and bones of desire and devotion, love and grief, Allison Grayhurst basks the reader, with breathtaking eloquence, in an elixir of words. Like lace, the elegance is revealed by what isn’t said. This is stunning poetry.” – Angela Hryniuk, author of no visual scars.

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