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In damp places she observes tree bark as living wood, but she insists. The path to tranquility is paradoxically through mania: I will speak in your ear and you. Drawn in sharp outlines of light and darkness, and rich shades of colour, with a deep sense of loss and longing and the possibility of salvation, this is an unusual book by a gifted young poet.

“Allison Grayhurst's poetry combines the depth and dark intensity of Sylvia Plath, the layered complex imagery of Dylan Thomas and the philosophical insights of. Editorial Reviews. About the Author. Allison Grayhurst is a member of the League of Canadian Poets. Three of her poems were nominated for “Best of the Net” in.

Allison Grayhurst combines them in audacious ways. This is stunning poetry. They are abstract and vivid, like a dreamy manifestation of soul. This is the best way, in prose, one can describe the music which is … the poetry of Allison Grayhurst. She focuses on sexual love and interior landscapes, widening to include the heart, eternity and all.

Allin , Literature and Language. The poem gives me a raw chill but not in an uncomfortable way. The images stay with me a while.

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It is difficult to describe Jumana. Sometimes it is reminiscent of a long soliloquy, and at other times, the impression is that Kain has used patches of her finest poetic lines and strung them together in order to create prose, then at other times, Jumana has the flavour of a personal memoir. There are times when her personal obsessions are laid bare before our prying eyes, and Kain titillates and seduces us.

There are often times when this work creeps fairly close to the boarders of sanity and insanity. Clearly, her voice is strong and passionate. She often grabs hold and confesses. Which is, in fact, the goal and purpose of good writing. There is little doubt that these ten segments are autobiographical and with startling insight, Kain shares the depth of her vision along a journey of self-exploration.

Her words are catharsis for the lonely, the sad, the uncertain, anyone, everyone. Only one who has endured great pain, bordering perhaps on the brink of madness, and emerged triumphant, can articulate such intensity while exploring the inner paths of heart and soul, too often veiled from public view. This book is fresh, emotional, quality poetry.

Her chapbook Perfect Love is a monologue in prose of physical intensity, obviously related to experience. We see here the marvellous talent of a poet seeking another source, another life paradigm to embrace, to seize hold of. Her prose is flanked with haunting images, pain, and ultimate joy. This gifted writer never fails to elevate the rest of us into unknown heady heights, leaving us tingling.

Like a caterpillar into a butterfly, Kain struggles through a metamorphosis, revealing in this love letter her journey to fruition.

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Along the way, this memorable journey is marked by unforgettable prose, steering us into the light, showing us flashes of her vision. The poet reveals see-saw emotions with this thing called love, and tells us her true feelings. It is not easily assimilated at a first reading. It wrenches the heart and bares the soul. This book is a record of a heart, a soul wrestling with God — for God is love and God is perfect, perfect love. But Jocelyn Kain is imperfect as she seeks that perfect unity with God. There are so many good things in this book, such an exposure of reality.

Allison Grayhurst listed as reference to April, Baby Name book. Since then she has published ten other books of poetry and four 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.

She lives in Toronto with family. She also sculpts, working with clay. At which age did you write your first poem? Were there any incidents in your life that made you want to write? I wrote my first poem at the age of 13 for a poetry assignment in school. For several years before that, I wrote many short stories for school and for my own pleasure. For most of my high school years, I paid very little attention in class and occupied myself with writing poetry — not completed poems, but poetic lines, exploring words, ideas and rhythms.

I actually never wanted to be a writer. Both my parents were journalists, and my father also wrote fiction. Least of all, did I ever want to be a poet. But I think most artists understand that being an artist is never a choice, only a necessity. My creative process has morphed many times over during my years of writing poetry. Most recently, my journey has led me to consciously prevent myself from creating any confines to my work — by keeping myself raw both emotionally and spiritually while writing, without allowing any pre-conceived ideas determine where the poem is going or what it has to say or why it exists.

I write when I am walking my dog. We stop together; look at trees, the sidewalk, the sky, squirrels, people, many birds. When walking I surround myself with what my imagination reveals, and my dog keeps me grounded. This is what feeds me for now. I just finished a 12 page long poem called Walkways.

According to you what is the role and responsibility of a poet in the present day world?

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I read so very few poets that truly move me, but when they do, it dissolves the senselessness of this world for me, and that is everything. Most poetry I see out there is very badly written, from a literary point of view, though it often has heart. On the other side of the spectrum, there are many very well-crafted and clever poems I see that receive the recognition of greatness, but to me, more than not, they lack heart or vision. Such poems used to intimate me when I was younger.

Now I can barely get through them. But I think that is the case with poetry as it is with all other art forms — it is a rare joy when a work of art or poem is able to surprise with its magnificence. My last published poetry book is called Wallpaper Stars. It is as solemn as the sad-sung ballad of a noble death. Read at your peril. You will never look at this world in quite the same way again. Your eye will instinctively search the sky for eagles and scan the dark earth for the slightest movement of smallest ant, your heart will reach for tall mountains, bathe in the most intimate of passions and in the grain and grit of our earth.

Such is Allison Grayhurst.

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Since then she has published fifteen other books of poetry and five collections with Edge Unlimited Publishing. More recently, her book Make the Wind was published in by Scars Publications. Links to each poem by title: Selected poems from this body of work are published in Sight at Zero selected poems to , Edge Unlimited Publishing, Allison Grayhurst also sculpts, working with clay and casting into concrete. UK Amazon Author Page: The League of Canadian Poets: The words were singular, pounded their plurality.

I am on horseback with my chestnut-red friend,. Call these words a dream. Army on a hill, hungering for the water flowing. Is it heaven or just a dream? Someone tells me to believe that this darkness. If I could be more than I am, I could find peace. The birds say one thing, and my body another. I will not fight its wound or its expectation,. Entire bloodlines behind bars — Children hated. When I was in the blue room with an entrance to the attic,. I prayed on the forest floor and burned pages and pages. I stopped swimming and learned how to ride horses, before.

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