#glen granatas

[glengranatas]

DISCOUNT HEART by glen granatas

[godisaknife]

BROTHERHOOD IS A TOOL by g. granatas

[heavensghost]

hi! ive been folowing you for a while and i think you'd enjoy glen granatas' poetry! he's pretty uknown but his stuff on substack feels like it'd be up your alley ^^

just tried to search him up and couldn’t find him! could you send a link please I would love to check out his stuff

[ruralboysgod]

you asked for a story so i will tell you a story. let's pick a character, i say. but this is a soliloquy, it isn't right to imply your involvement when you cannot speak. it isn't right for me to make this your fault too. but they say that this is human. sharing. commuting. so i make up a story to tell you because you asked me to. a deer appears in the middle of the road. i give it baby teeth and baby eyes, and you give it a name. give it a name, please. thank you. we're in a car but we aren't driving. we're both sitting in the passenger seat. don't tell me it isn't possible, this is just a story and you never told me it was supposed to be realistic. i can't drive, will never get my driver's license because i'm scared to death. you aren't driving in my story because i don't know you, and making you guilty of witnessing this story is cruel enough, i can't make it worse by assuming things about you, creating facts about you. i dare not to put you at one end of the thin red line called doom. so the only solution has to be that neither of us is driving. you're reading a book, out loud but with a voice almost too soft, so that it blends with the dull lullaby of the car's engine. you read it out loud so that i can hear it, you know that i have motion sickness and can't do it myself. it would be a nice story if the car didn't hit the deer. the bump of the wheels turning my guts into a noose. the red line of doom, thickening and smearing on the asphalt. you could reason that it doesn't have to, that i could tell this story differently, push it until it fits into a different shape. i'd say that there was no other path that this story could possibly follow, no other path for this rusty old sedan to take. i don't know how a sedan really looks like and you don't know how a dead deer looks like. the car is of a dirty green, all ugly. the deer is of a dirty crimson, uglier. but you don't have to know what death looks like to kill. i'm sorry i made you an accomplice in this story but i realized it is the only thing i can do to get revenge. the only way for me to cut that red line that ties my wrist to the corpse of a baby deer and to the steering wheel of a car that i'll never get off from. because when you asked me to tell you a story you set me up as a god, to create for you. so be it. i'll be god and make you a murderer, and ask you to find the difference.

[glengranatas]

FERAL DOG by glen granatas

[glengranatas]

BROTHERHOOD IS A TOOL - glen granatas

[godisaknife]

"sunday's prayer" by g. granatas