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The VGP Literate No. 14

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Incessant noises, beating
down my glow – airplanes and dogs
voicing their aggressive anxiety. Too much
space to fill with disembodied eyelids – except to say,
I am better off knowing what to hide and with whom.
Everyone I talk to insulates me, be it in vast or narrow
confines. I don’t need to suffer or hunger for what is not mine
or for an intimacy more accurately labelled illusion.
Animals walk by me and I am drawn into their interiors.
I am drawn to look through the physicist’s window and laugh
at certain logic used to dismiss the ranks of God
and creatures that gallop, burn-up in back alleyways, escaping definition.
I don’t know if sand is like stars, but it is a fragrant research to find out,
fumbling with layers, branching out on tiptoe.
It is a pistil attracting pollen, a prescription to illuminate grief and cherishing.
Just as when faced with illness, the superfluous gets skimmed,
it is essential to honour the need for certainty in all forms of love,
it is essential to see that which struggles always ends up shivering in its bonds,
eventually learns that letting go is a prerequisite before achieving threshold, before
the welling up, the grand unshackling groan
of a peace-inducing
implosion.

Allison Grayhurst is a member of the League of Canadian Poets. She has over 500 poems published in international journals and anthologies. She has eleven published books of poetry and five collections, as well as six chapbooks and one e-chapbook. She lives in Toronto with her family. She also sculpts, working with clay; http://www.allisongrayhurst.com   

Nothing. No One. Nowhere. Reading Period Closed

Thanks to everyone who submitted work for Nothing. No One. Nowhere. Vol. 2 No. 1. The reading period is now closed. If your work is accepted for publication you will be notified shortly, and  release date will soon be posted. If you are still interested in publishing opportunities with Virgogray Press, visit our submissions page. Our poetry blog, Carcinogenic Poetry, is always taking submissions. Thanks, and have a good day.

Carcinogenic Poetry: Top Ten No. 10

Working Man

which means
i’m part of the
walking dead

haunted by
graveyard shifts
and black Mondays

where the nightmare
of labor
becomes the reality
of a life time . . .

Steve Calamars lives in TX. His first collection of short stories, Six Years of Relative Happiness, is available from Calliope Nerve Media and LuLu.

Carcinogenic Poetry: Top Ten crystallizes the journal between 2009 and 2015, sharing the most read posts to date. Presented from final poem to the top of the set, Steven’s poem was published on Tuesday, October 4, 2011, and was the most read post at Carcinogenic Poetry.