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ALLISON GRAYHURST : Replenished
ALLISON GRAYHURST : MY Hands

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ALLISON GRAYHURST
Replenished 

Whenever roused with grief or shaken by the cynic's cry, I feed on your words and warmth then wonder why I stood so long held by the darkened grip. For in your subtle bend and caressing voice, petty is the rain, is all the drunk and desolate things that send my spirit heaving. Whenever lost in the crushing swirl where sick and mindless crowds roam, I draw up your face from my memory's well and am eased, believing once again through fear and disappointment.

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JOAN McNERNEY
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Joan McNerney's poetry has been included in numerous literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Camel Saloon, Blueline, Poppy Road Review, Spectrum, three Bright Hills Press Anthologies and several Kind of A Hurricane Publications. She has been nominated three times for Best of the Net. Poet and Geek judged her poem as the best of the year and her poetry was a finalist recently in a Furious Gazelle contest. Four of her books have been published by fine literary presses and she has four e-book titles. She has recited her work at the National Arts Club, Gramercy Park in Manhattan, the State University of New York, Oneonta, McNay Art Institute, San Antonio and the University of Houston, Texas as well as other distinguished venues. A recent reading in Treadwell, New York was sponsored by the American Academy of Poetry. Her latest title is Having Lunch with the Sky, A.P.D. Press, Albany, New York.

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ALLYSON GRAYHURST
My hands,


your muscle-toned thighs
and the ways between us
that unlock the wonder of
the thin stones tucked under my pillow.
You are glorious like the sun and
a river that curls its breath with
primal speed. At peace with these
broken bones, and even with
things felt, but unimagined.
You are late October in my arms. Everything
is ours. I touch you and know the end, all means
of luscious renewal.
   




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