Sublet the
dark apartment
of your
heart.
Whatever
takes it doesn’t
have to stay.
But let it
play its little part.
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- What Ghosts Do
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- Posing for a Formal Portrait
- Another Unavailing Artist’s Manifesto
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- Looking In Your Eyes
- Dancing Made a Difference
- If You Asked Me If
- Your Private Parts
- About As Much As We Can Bear
- Playtime in the Mind
- Random Love Doodles
- Gentle Nexus
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- I Could Have Danced All Night
- To Lighten Up the View
- Jogging Naked Through Our Neighborhood
- Memorable Conversation Between Friends
- Off the Wall
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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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