A bloody rage
appears to have
just landed on her head.
At least
it hadn’t burned
into her heart instead..
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- And lo!
- Game Change
- Bald Evidence
- Unsieved
- Too Many Hearts
- Awkward
- What Conversation Can Be Like
- The Guy on the Right
- Reunited
- Steam-rolled
- Chock-a-Block
- At Sixty-Five
- This Sea, This Air, This Blue
- What Could Be News
- The Salient Fact
- If Maybe, Softly
- Most of Whom I Hang Out With
- Another Cosmic Expectation
- Pleased and Teased and Seized
- Dame Agnes
- Seems To Be A Law
- Eye to Eye
- Existential Spittle
- What Floats the Boat
- Shadow – Upper Right
- The Best Precautionary Measure
- A Remarkable Economy of Means
- Existential Pragmatism
- That Shape Am I
- Tastefully Kissed
- The Wisest Creature in the Room
- Artist Contemplating Sex
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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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