Eamon Grennan's keen vision is "obsessed and suffused with light, befitting a poetry totally devoted to accurate observation and description" (The Irish Times) Don't look back. Think Orpheus. Pillar of salt. One breath, then another. Sweat of apprehension. Still life with wind and breadcrumbs. --from "Injunction" 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 inMatter of Fact, he is at his unmistakable best.