I lost a friend today.
She didn’t die.
She called her heart away.
I don’t know why.
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- Sitting, Aging
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- Tight
- Why the World Did Not Turn Gray Today
- Oh, to Find a Willing Fellow
- Fluid Moment
- Until It Screams
- Only Density Will Do
- Wet
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- The Holy Cardinal of January
- We Think I’ll Do It
- Foxy Bunny in a Tree
- What They’ll Say at Heaven’s Gate
- Extreme Love Poem
- Taste Treat
- Those Parts of Them that Cannot Stay
- Elle est une écrivaine.
- Nothing’s Safe from Faces
- Let Us Now Consider Human Speech
- The Colloquium
- Reasonable People –
- Like Any Fragile Creature
- This Business
- Hum a Few Bars
- Existentially Shy
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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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