Poetry from Allison Grayhurst

Naked Side       I’ve seen the destruction of visions, the penetration of a good cause, seen souls anesthetized by sadness.   The only constant is endurance, is the thing that jumps out from the void then reverses back into its indifferent swallow.   One change, then the moment slips into a new glimpse […]

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Poetry from Allison Grayhurst

Looking In   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, […]

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Poetry from Allison Grayhurst

New Wheel – The Passage of Arnik (king of a small land) Part 1 My skin was stone, drenched in an accelerant and lit on fire. And there I burned, a flaming rock impassable by every woman and man who tried to cross my shore. My fire was final, a never-dying-heat guarding the dead cold […]

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Poetry from Allison Grayhurst

 Love is not a shell    I tell you I am waiting for a new friend to share these beautiful riches, to feel safe with and to feel whole. I tell you I am waiting for new and permanent members of our clan – for all of us here, striving for rich connection and finding […]

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