It’s hard to
say what sort of day it is,
eviscerating
mysteries
the way it is..
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- And Yet
- June Sighs
- Principle Upon Which Everything Depends
- Park Yourself Upon a Mystic’s Lap
- Dangerous and Lovely Work
- A Female of Another Species
- Triplets
- The Man Inside
- Not All Trees are Bountiful
- You Hope It’s All a Dream
- Resistlessly
- Do You Love It? What Do You Love?
- A Kind of Laying On Of Hands
- Limerick for Existential Stress
- Destiny
- Walking thru the day.
- Elixirs
- Eviscerating Mysteries
- Ego
- To Frolic
- Unless, Of Course
- Uncomfortable Chairs
- They’re Here
- Sanguinary Sentience
- When They’re Here
- In Fact
- Mothers Like That
- Inveterately Hairy
- Too Rich and Rare
- The Only Things You’ve Got
- Let’s
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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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