While painting a house in New Orleans some twelve-thousand years ago, the owner came out and started talking to me— had me to sit down, take a break, drink some water. Offered me a cigarette—all nice and friendly in the easy southern heat. One thing led to another when, from nowhere, he revealed his daughter had died in the Jonestown Massacre and he was suddenly weeping, choking, sobbing over his […]
Afraid that when Beauty arrived he would be too late to meet her, he ran faster than a house on fire past all the houses not on fire believing his house to be on fire until he arrived in flames, burning everything in sight. After a rather extended and varied second childhood in New Orleans, Matt Dennison’s work has appeared in Rattle, Bayou Magazine and Redivider, among others. He […]
For the life of me I cannot capture the haiku of my pear tree and my pecan tree finally touching limbs after twenty years of growth—superior lovers, patient, knowing, they reject my prying, reductionist mind. After a rather extended and varied second childhood in New Orleans, Matt Dennison’s work has appeared in Rattle, The Spoon River Poetry Review, and Cider Press Review, among others. He has also made videos […]
Melancholy Hyperbole 