Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
A Journey in Four Parts Part One – Acceptance of Realty (facing the unmovable block) This is the branch that holds you Precision and discipline are the two things needed to win. Win what? A war. A deadline. Victory in Continue reading A Journey in Four Parts by Allison Grayhurst
A Glimpse There was a glimpse of a sunrise, a dazzling ending and wild grass, lush and life-filled to walk towards, into, barefoot and perfect as God’s grace is perfect, reducing the darkness unnameable and innocence, reclaimed. There was a Continue reading A Glimpse by Allison Grayhurst
Slipping off the Side Never holding, always holding up, down, back past the white-light knockout strike, the broken dishes, the failed vision. Always guilt as agency – sweet sun out of reach, when reached, just a hot huge stone that Continue reading Slipping off the Side by Allison Grayhurst
Caesar If I am going to speak of you, I want to speak of you properly. You were not a man fueled solely by personal ambition, but had a drawing-in blackhole endless taking, sucking-in-energy latched tight to your soul. You Continue reading Caesar by Allison Grayhurst
Out of Dreams Like clay brick eroded by rain, thoughts sear my better part, calling me to the altar, to kneel and discipline these fantastical wanderings. Like an egg yolk pierced, I spill my substance flat Continue reading Out of Dreams by Allison Grayhurst
HolyGrail Let it spill, let it move in me, churn my intestines realigning my matrix, releasing the gnawing dead thing tethered to my spine – A butterfly sailing Two cardinal-mates nest-building A golden pup leaning against my Continue reading Holy Grail by Allison Grayhurst
She said there is a man who walks around town who thinks he is Elvis. It is a cliché, I know, the crazy man who thinks he is Elvis. But this guy is for real, she says. He wears a Continue reading She said by Allison Grayhurst
Lumin One of the greatest souls I ever met was in the body of a rat. She was pure and noble, dissolved in gentle love, a smooth essence, easy to dive into. Continue reading Lumin by Allison Grayhurst
Thread Count Tumble down the ocean stairs, mounting the whales’ trail, maneuvering depths and distances unfathomed. Dream in the city at 5 a.m., accustomed to the speech that comes just before the birds awake and take away all formation of Continue reading Thread Count by Allison Grayhurst
The Last Say Call it an infestation of worms floor-mapping your innards. Call it an impossible current directing you over the crater-fall or a whispered breath ricocheting inside your skull that whispers “Loser! Fool! You have never belonged!” But you Continue reading The Last Say by Allison Grayhurst