Sometimes you see
a thing and want
to pet it.
It seems to have
to happen so
you let it.
You hope
you won’t
regret it.
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- My Amalgam Love of Loves
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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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