Poetry from Allison Grayhurst

The Journey Continued in Four Parts Part One – The Step                                                     *** (barren metallic fields, a harvest ready to haul, infested, lock-jaw stagnation) Never Holy You asked for a […]

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Poetry from Allison Grayhurst

  It Takes You Through the asylum streets where the rain butters my hands and mowed weeds scatter in piles on the curbs, I look for your familiar figure rushing between rush-hour strangers.   My bed is stale with you wandering from donut shop to open stages silent and bewitched by the lunar mouth.   […]

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Poetry from Allison Grayhurst

Because it is a Stone     Because it is a stone the fire hits it, moves around, changing shape like a wave.   Because grief is not a word that counts footsteps or encapsulates the butcher’s madness, just builds like a deep stagnant pool of a pond – one drop, one drop, rising.   […]

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Poetry from Allison Grayhurst

                    Walk on Fear     It appears in the grip of ecstasy, in the idiot abstract of failure, and sometimes, love.   Illusions coating the sides of eternity with shrieks, illusions crawling out of the mouths of   of gods and myths. Trains pass all […]

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Poetry from Allison Grayhurst

Healed   Bone and sleeve, blessed a thousand times over – first it enters through the back, a wave of rare wind flooding the pores, then through the front, a deeper rush that separates the skin like rock into sand, making granules, softness to cup loosely in hands.   You never viewed me dressed in […]

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Poetry from Allison Grayhurst, set to music by Diane Barbarash

Musical collaboration between poet Allison Grayhurst, whom we’ve published several times in Synch Chaos, and musician Diane Barbarash. Available for a listen here.   Animal Sanctuary   © 2017 Allison Grayhurst (lyrics) and Diane Barbarash (music vocals and arrangement)                                          he turns his hawk head to view the shells of turtles streaking the still-shroud of water in […]

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Poetry from Allison Grayhurst

Ground Bird Flown   Layers of clear rainbow shine guide you through the pyramid portal into open air revelation. Joy on a stick, in your soft eyes, closed in death, with permanent grace.   For all the gifts your gave, daily miracles, flutterings, vocalizations, accumulating in song. For your fragile vessel, energy octave higher than […]

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