Some potted
plants
can be coerced
to push out flowers
in suits and pants
or conjure unsuspecting
blooms in dresses.
Or so my sly-eyed
horticulturist
confesses..
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
Blog Archive
-
▼
2016
(443)
-
▼
March
(42)
- Incarnate Life
- Today’s Maxim
- Body Language
- Next Time, Honeys
- Inside Info
- To Some Degree
- Nipples
- Target
- Almost Here
- Caught
- Inimitable Meat
- Some Demons
- 3 Everythings - 3 Nevers
- shibboleths
- Caught
- Leaf Lust
- For Lonely Beasties
- My Sly-Eyed Horticulturist
- When You’re Looking Back
- How I Look Inside
- Looking In Their Eyes
- Oracle
- Tourists
- Today We’ll See
- You, Galore
- Ray
- Lucy
- Paige
- Nan & Stan
- Consuelo
- Linc
- Florence
- Bruce
- All, and All
- Beyond Your Otherwise’s, Therefore’s, Or’s and But’s
- Until He Came Along
- It Seems to Me
- Generally
- In the Middle Distance
- His Heart
- This Breathing Bibelot
- What is Left of You
-
▼
March
(42)
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.
No comments:
Post a Comment