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Finding Jesus & Prayers to My Saints: prose and poetry
Denton's Jesus reflects American consumerism dunked in fast food sludge and deep fried. The failed American Dream is drowning in Thunderbird and bottom shelf whiskey and desperately searching for some sort of answer. Finding Jesus is a pilgrimage for the lost, the damned, the drugged and drunken outcasts American capitalism devours by the millions.
"Denton's altar of saints shine their flickering lights out into the stygian void. Each poem a votive candle of remembrance and honor. Denton offers up prayers for the disabused, the spit on, the murdered, the holy eaten up by a hungry world spinning towards insatiable darkness."—A.S. Coomer, author/poet/singer-songwriter
“Thank God and all his angels for saints like Dan Denton who continue to commit their hearts to the page in these assfuck shitsplat days of so much relentless mindless merciless nada. It’s all noise. It’s all nonsense. I watch Janis howl at Monterey Pop for the hundredth or so time and add “Smells Like Teen Spirit” and “Aneurysm” to another playlist (where did you sleep last night? In Leadbelly’s shadow with nothing in my pocket but a losing lottery ticket) and console myself with collages and books and the occasional trek to the magic shop because I’m still lighting candles and communing with the moon even though we are both so scarred and so tired. Then I read Dan Denton or Charles Bukowski or Kathy Acker and remember that I am not alone. There will always be war (sorry, John and Yoko…a lot of us imagine but it seems there is plenty to kill and die for) and injustice and poverty and busted pay phones and not nearly enough quarters. But sometimes the light breaks through. Thank God and all his angels for Michele McDannold. Love still exists. Here is proof."—Misti Rainwater-Lites, ebullient poet extraordinaire
"Denton's altar of saints shine their flickering lights out into the stygian void. Each poem a votive candle of remembrance and honor. Denton offers up prayers for the disabused, the spit on, the murdered, the holy eaten up by a hungry world spinning towards insatiable darkness."—A.S. Coomer, author/poet/singer-songwriter
“Thank God and all his angels for saints like Dan Denton who continue to commit their hearts to the page in these assfuck shitsplat days of so much relentless mindless merciless nada. It’s all noise. It’s all nonsense. I watch Janis howl at Monterey Pop for the hundredth or so time and add “Smells Like Teen Spirit” and “Aneurysm” to another playlist (where did you sleep last night? In Leadbelly’s shadow with nothing in my pocket but a losing lottery ticket) and console myself with collages and books and the occasional trek to the magic shop because I’m still lighting candles and communing with the moon even though we are both so scarred and so tired. Then I read Dan Denton or Charles Bukowski or Kathy Acker and remember that I am not alone. There will always be war (sorry, John and Yoko…a lot of us imagine but it seems there is plenty to kill and die for) and injustice and poverty and busted pay phones and not nearly enough quarters. But sometimes the light breaks through. Thank God and all his angels for Michele McDannold. Love still exists. Here is proof."—Misti Rainwater-Lites, ebullient poet extraordinaire
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76 pages, Paperback
Published October 9, 2022
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December 14, 2022
Beautiful poetry and prose from one of our best writers. Dan Denton perfectly captures the addict's quiet desperation in the search for something to kill the pain. Highly recommended.
November 29, 2022
I could not put this book down. The way it's written literally makes you feel like you're right there with the characters on an adventure. Definitely a great book for an afternoon read! You won't regret it!
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