Matter of Fact

Matter of fact. Matter of life or death. What does it matter?

Eamon Grennan’s new poems seek out criteria with which to question what is unreliable and what is real, what is mere distraction and what is worthy of attention, what is speculation and what is fact. In prose poems and lyrics, Grennan turns to the immutable power of the natural world and the sustaining forces of art to assign value to what endures, to what finally matters. Here is the poet deeply attuned to the everyday possibilities of love, family, and beauty, and in Matter of Fact, he is at his unmistakable best.

Praise for Eamon Grennan:

“Eamon Grennan’s writing brings us over and over again to the discovery of what is naturally so and had passed unrecognized.”

“Few poets are as generous as Eamon Grennan in the sheer volume of delight his poems convey, and fewer still are as attentive to the available marvels of the earth. To read him is to be led on a walk through the natural world of clover and cricket and, most of all, light, and to face with an open heart the complexity of being human.”

“Whether he is descriging the flight of swefts of ver Dublin, the sight of his children in yellow macx climbing over cliff rocks, or his passage through ‘a bright bead-curtain of rain,’ Grennan is a writer of plainspoken reverence.”