Only by Allison Grayhurst
Only Across the clouds like razor blades, the thin path I planned to wander, expanded, and I moved into territories of self-loathing. I could not keep hold of the grail or of purity of thought and deed. I can only remain with the ghost on my shoulder and the demon polluting my love. I can pace my inner room and never find a solution. I will always be chained to the soil, imagining the bright orb of heaven. 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 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 ...