Allison Grayhurst

Toronto, ON

Author's Bio

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 1100 poems published in more than 430 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;

Publications and Prizes

As My Blindness Burns - three long poems
(CreateSpace USA, 2014)
, Currents - pastlife poems
(CreateSpace USA, 2016)
, Death and other Possibilities
(CreateSpace USA, 2000)
, Fire and more,
(CreateSpace USA, 2016)
, For Every Rain - a collection of early poems
(CreateSpace USA, 2013)
, If I Get There - Poems of Faith and Doubt, a collection
(CreateSpace USA, 2012)
, Into My Mortal
(CreateSpace USA, 2004)
, Journey of the Awakening
(CreateSpace USA, 1997)
, Jumana and Perfect Love - two poetic prose pieces
(CreateSpace USA, 2013)
, Make the Wind
(Scars Publications, 2016)
, No Raft - No Ocean
(Scars Publications, 2015)
, Our Children Are Orchards: - collected poems about animals, children and pregancy
(CreateSpace USA, 2015)
, Outliving the Inevitable
(CreateSpace USA, 2002)
, Pushing Through the Jelly Fire
(CreateSpace USA, 2010)
, Red Thread - Black Thread
(CreateSpace USA, 2006)
, Seamless - A Collection of Love Poems
(CreateSpace USA, 2012)
, Somewhere Falling
(Beach Holme Publishing, 1995)
, The Longing To Be
(CreateSpace USA, 1998)
, The Many Lights of Eden
(CreateSpace USA, 2008)
, The River is Blind
(CreateSpace USA, 2012)
, Trial and Witness: selected poems
(Creative Talents Unleashed , 2016)
, Walkways
(CreateSpace USA, 2014)
, Wallpaper Stars
(CreateSpace USA, 2013)
Before the Dawn
(The Plowman, 1989)
, Joshua's Shoulder
(The Plowman, 1998)
, Jumana
(The Plowman, 1989)
, Perfect Love
(The Plowman, 1989)
, Surrogate Dharma
(Kind of a Hurricane Press, 2014)
, The River Is Blind
(Above/Ground Press, 2012)
Prizes Won: 
Won ‘Bewildering Stories' "The 2011 Mariner Award for Short Poetry"; Three times nominated for Sundress Publications "Best of the Net" 2015

Personal Favorites

Favorite Authors: 
Rainer Maria Rilke, Dostoyevsky, Kierkegaard, Kyp Harness, Dylan Thomas, Theodore Roethke, Sylvia Plath, James Baldwin, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Thomas Hardy, Kyp Harness, Pablo Neruda, Nietzsche, Edna St. Vincent Millay

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Toronto, Canada
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Montreal, QC, Canada
elegy of this day being At the throat, brushed green like tile I shine. The devil says “hum-drum” as the eel struggles, futile like a wagging tail. So many broken, hating with the hardness of crocodiles and ants, pulling along their dead, to consume, knowing nothing of sorrow or forgiveness. All night I sit with my naked thighs on the carpet, red from the heat. What point could there possibly be to all this pain, the death of others, the sickness that swarms in mid-air? Hurricanes hit the graveyards. A gull tilts on a telephone wire. I wish to bid goodbye. I wish for ice-cream cones in my fridge, a handful of poppies to give some child, any child, I meet. I see dead eyes in my dream, glossed with mucous and unbearable vacancy. How do I serve when the world is so cold? The humpbacks know this, the midgets and also the centipedes. I want to hide in rooms where infants are sleeping or salamanders nurse their young. The darkness is in me. The ground deceives me, changes colours as I go. Let us go now, my nightmares and I, go under the light, go until our heart’s blood is free-falling, exposed. ©Allison Grayhurst
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Last updated: Jul 18, 2017