Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
Grant Guy is a Canadian puppeteer, stage designer, writer and illustrator. He is the artistic director of ADHERE + DENY, an object/puppet based theatre company. He has designed sets and costumes for both large and small theatre companies between Montreal Continue reading Opinion by Grant Guy
Grant Guy is a Canadian puppeteer, stage designer, writer and illustrator. He is the artistic director of ADHERE + DENY, an object/puppet based theatre company. He has designed sets and costumes for both large and small theatre companies between Montreal Continue reading Lilith by Grant Guy
Grant Guy is a Canadian puppeteer, stage designer, writer and illustrator. He is the artistic director of ADHERE + DENY, an object/puppet based theatre company. He has designed sets and costumes for both large and small theatre companies between Montreal Continue reading Kropotkin by Grant Guy
He Waited A Long Time To Be With Her He waited a long time to be with her He had to ditch her underworld boyfriend Now he was alone with her The woman of his moment He exploded before he Continue reading He Waited A Long Time To Be With Her by Grant Guy
What Is Holy With the huge Christian cult In America everything is blessed Indianapolis 500 football presidents and fried chicken and becomes holy When Jack Kerouac asked is baseball holy is a cockroach holy Is a 54 million dollar private Continue reading What Is Holy by Grant Guy
There Is No Way We Are Going To Get Out of This Alive Some men die from prostrate cancer But all men die with prostrate cancer There is no way we are going to get out of this alive boys Continue reading There Is No Way We Are Going To Get Out of This Alive by Grant Guy
Wayne Brown Wayne Brown at 78 years old was charged More often than any other man his age For drunk and disorderly behaviour He was always tough hard Nails wilted in his was presence Rodeo broncos and bulls on the Continue reading Wayne Brown by Grant Guy
The Death of God God was a hopeless hunter of men God had been out to murder me for fifty years But I was too clever for God On December 22, 1978, while I was outside of Indian Head God Continue reading The Death of God by Grant Guy
Christ the City all the ailments of the city can be solved by annihilation hut I cannot stop dancing to the asphalt drum beat of the city it gives me poetry it gives me my saunter it gives me stories Continue reading Christ the City by Grant Guy
A Life of Sundays Add Up To One Thing Sundays used to be The most boring day of the week Guess what Sundays still are Sundays could be salvaged If Sundays were the laziest day of the week Blue above Continue reading A Life of Sundays Add Up To One Thing by Grant Guy