Every bond was burned –
hearts were riven.
Love is not returned –
love is given.
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- Perils of Observation
- Ballast
- Church
- The Hoop-de-Doo of You
- Episcopal Priest
- Bountifully Up Short
- 2:57 p.m., March 25, Lunar-Bright
- You’ll Confess
- Trans-parentcy
- The Honeyed Piss of Naptime
- When One Runs Out of Referents
- Man Contemplates the Penis While Eating a Donut
- Spinning Routes
- Adjournment
- Impotent Life
- Remembering Her Memories
- No Excuse
- Quatrain for Not-Yet-Spring
- Leaving Buttock-Shaped Dents
- Disturbance
- As Much As You Will Hear
- Let Our Winters Stay
- The Boy on the Bench
- On Remembering Old Houses
- This Passing and Half-Conscious God
- Another New York Play
- Unalterably True
- Ergo
- Every Single Bit of Weather
- New York, 1911, George Bellows
- Fresh New March Gold
- Maybe the Day is a Dream
- It did seem like the time, today --
- Recession, March 2009
- Late Winter Awakening
- The Sky Decides
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About Me
- Guy Kettelhack
- I write roughly one poem a day. This blog is a continuation of a series of poem depot websites I'd also had through google, but which seem now to have filled up with my stuff to the point where I can't edit or add another page. So here I am. Since April 1, 2009 I've been adding drawings, one a day. To see them fuller size left-click on the drawing - and voila. To get an idea of who I am, google on "Guy Kettelhack." To see poems I've written previous to the ones in this poem depot, google on Guy Kettelhack + Act 2 (or just Guy Kettelhack + poetry): for kind unsolicited observations about my work by photographer Rick Shupper: google Guy Kettelhack + Holtermann Design LLC. (I'd provide links but they don't seem to stick here.) . . . thanks for stopping by.
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