By Allison Grayhurst Choice I swayed and found fire on my backside, in my insides, quaking, cracking the edges and the surfaces, melting the dream that sustained me. Down the slide, there can be no laws but the law of commitment to love, to making up for winter by honouring the snow and days of … Continue reading Choice and Other Poems
World Away and Other Poems
By Allison Grayhurst World Away World away of hollows where light escapes, gets through, flourishes in the sluggish dream of humans. World of many layers – up to pure communion and down with the languishing un-animal beasts. Rivers that flow and merge, travel down. Oceans rise up, their surfaces new, surfaces discovered – air, sometimes … Continue reading World Away and Other Poems
Poems by Allison Grayhurst
The River Toads and kestrels shape the river’s being. Being what? But song and bird’s breath and even lovers who need her current, her living fury that communes equally with the sun and moon. Seedlings and butterflies, the river engulfs all in her rushing blood. Death reflects beautifully in her foaming shine. … Continue reading Poems by Allison Grayhurst
“Step Through Summer”
By Allison Grayhurst Dying for my thoughts to fade into an amnesiac slur, not judge my convalescent love. Waiting for sleep to move to a higher octave, away from guilt, blame and artful blindness. The light that falls forever into the gullies of souls and skulls … Continue reading “Step Through Summer”
“Lost In A Garden”
By Allison Grayhurst Subjugated, they seduced your ego, abducted your history until nothing remained but a gap, a secret left too long untold. You have a face, a bed to lay your death mask and examine the tears that slip from that counterfeit depth. Morning is vivid, … Continue reading “Lost In A Garden”
“The Tongue”
By Allison Grayhurst Through the back door he took the baseball bat and hammered the rattlesnake to death. Feasting on decadence, he escaped the burning sunrise and ate the last petal of the last rose. No one could persuade him of unity, not even her with her undulating promises of love. He was saddled in … Continue reading “The Tongue”
“Paper Man”
By Allison Grayhurst Those were the distances, the attachment of your soul to mine, where we slept in the windy valley with that imbecile comedian who would play the flute and try to emulate your profound nature. The day you opened the door and I walked in, stared at your multi-coloured paintings, grateful to … Continue reading “Paper Man”
“When He Rides”
By Allison Grayhurst Unearthly dreams illuminate him where gardens lay their petals to rest. They creep now, his eyes, into sad and forbidden realms of insanity’s broken weight. Loose threads dangling from his mind. Loose thoughts that have no ending. Lost on his lips, something unleashed like music, something like my love. … Continue reading “When He Rides”
Academy of the Heart And Mind 