Eamon Grennan

Eamon Grennan has published numerous volumes of poetry including There Now (2016); Out of Sight: New and Selected Poems (2010); Matter of Fact (2008); Relations: New and Selected Poems (1998); and others.

Winter 2013

Dead Redtail

By Eamon Grennan

Since our world under that wing-canopy spanning field after field  was laid out once for her bright death-dealing pitiless eye to pasture on who would ever have thought she could […]

Spring 1999

Shock Waves

By Eamon Grennan

Sunflower seeds, stone walls, eyes in hiding, phantasmagoria of the sighted world: I wear white dunes in my eardrums and it is no world I hear, not even a muffled […]

Fall 1987

Walking Fall

By Eamon Grennan

When we enter the woods off Route 17You walk ahead of me, your cranberry cardiganBrightening among the spectral shades andFlush of late October. The woods are emptyingAround us to the […]

Fall 1987

Woodchuck

By Eamon Grennan

A low brown ghost,He ducks and ‘umbles fatly offInto the underbrush at my approach,Cracking dead branches, bringingA snow of crab apple blossom downAbout his keen ears: in my headI hear […]

Fall 1987

The Nature of America

By Eamon Grennan

Things are getting out of hand. MorningsI come awake to the catbird’s manic gabbleScolding in broken music himself or theSavage world he lives in. Day is one wide armOf buttery […]

Fall 1989

Deceptions

By Eamon Grennan

Mornings when I put the necessary sunblock on it’s always summer: sweet and greasy, a smell of summer saturates the air, although frost bones over the bathroom window and it’s […]

Fall 1989

Diagnosis

By Eamon Grennan

To be touched like that from so far, collusion of skin and sunlight–one ray, one cell, the collapse of fenceworks, wanton roots squirreling in. I feel mined, primed, nicked like […]

Fall 1989

Breaking Points

By Eamon Grennan

—They all want to break at some point if you can only find it, he says, hoisting the wedgeheaded heavy axe and coming down with it in one swift glittering […]

Winter 2013

Ah Yes

By Eamon Grennan

When the merganser lifts his rouge beak and noir head and stares back  uxorious at his mate taking it easy in the mild sun of this spring migration she tosses […]

Summer 2006

In Bits

By Eamon Grennan

The big picture, yes, but still there’s somethingto be said for the partial and imperfect, all theunfinished bits and pieces that keep catching andholding onto odd angles of light, little […]

Summer 2006

Night

By Eamon Grennan

What to make of night, then, its caul of stars sequined and—for all their fixture—unsteady as breath, able to be winked outby the smallest cloud? Night, scratched at by traffic, […]

Winter 2013

After Rain

By Eamon Grennan

1 The city almost a painting since cascades of all-night rain have washed it clean  so this blazing early morning it's as if all's a starting over awake for the […]

Winter 2013

Trees Abiding

By Eamon Grennan

Battered as they've been by fire rain incessant wind this ash and sycamore   still put out green shoots and leaves that whisper in any passing breeze and make perch and […]

Deceptions

By Eamon Grennan

From the Kenyon Review, New Series, Fall 1989, Vol. XI, No. 4 Mornings when I put the necessary sunblock on it’s always summer: sweet and greasy, a smell of summer […]