Allison Grayhurst is a member of the League of Canadian Poets. Three of her poems have been nominated for Sundress Publications “Best of the Net” 2015, and she has over 950 poems published in more than 400 international journals and anthologies. Her book Somewhere Falling was published by Beach Holme Publishers, a Porcepic Book, in Vancouver in 1995. Since then she has published twelve other books of poetry and seven collections with Edge Unlimited Publishing. Prior to the publication of Somewhere Falling she had a poetry book published, Common Dream, and four chapbooks published by The Plowman. Her poetry chapbook The River is Blind was published by Ottawa publisher above/ground press December 2012. In 2014 her chapbook Surrogate Dharma was published by Kind of a Hurricane Press, Barometric Pressures Author Series. In 2015, her book No Raft – No Ocean was published by Scars Publications. More recently, her book Make the Wind was published in 2016 by Scars Publications. As well, her book Trial and Witness – selected poems, was published in 2016 by Creative Talents Unleashed (CTU Publishing Group). She is a vegan. She lives in Toronto with her family. She also sculpts, working with clay. For more information, visit www.allisongrayhurst.com.
No Raft – No Ocean
No more are the days of
power and process.
The act has transformed
into statement, and the
unconscious has imprinted
an indelible mark upon my history.
No more is the rat maze
and the declaration of destiny,
is the fine print
I used to count upon.
No more is the metaphysical,
is the immensity of grand
possibilities and of grand uncertainties.
No more is the eye of the monster,
the test of religion
and the mythological drum,
is my need for civilization,
for a position of supernatural
within the practical.
No more are imaginary punishments,
friendships lacking a common goal.
No more is the play and domination
of personal experience.
You will not die
my golden companion,
you will not leave me
without your sweet warmth,
not without your familiar eyes.
You will only find a new way
I cannot admit the enormity
of what appears as truth.
I cannot admit there will be no
I can only see your soft cat beauty,
your orange blanket of fur
and a way around this danger.
I can only see what I first saw in your eyes –
innocence in need of someone to trust.
I see you as someone to be with me,
to rest by my feet at night,
someone to always keep my stories
tucked within a quiet stretch
of your feline soul.
Under The Rib Cage
The knot that moves
up and down within,
moves far and wide
like a drop on the awkward side,
like the ethereal side afraid
of the earth-side,
like a side best loved unreached
and a night best left to be on one’s own,
best left to wait
until what’s inside
simmers and brews into a situation
Under the rib cage
like a hard sponge that does not sink.
The knot that moves
causes a split
so the seed can sprout and continue
under the rib cage.