Act Three - Guy Kettelhack - Poetry & Ephemera

Waiting at the threshold in the fog: peering through the tiny cracks of log – split roughly into boards that form the door that you’re outsi...

First of all, of course, it’s beautiful: like looking out at England. But note effects, and causes – how it pauses then lets go: regard the ...

Confluence of mind with New York City weather tethers both to pilings in a psychic bay: today you sway between sharp shower-spatters breakin...

“The highest luxury of all, the supremely expensive thing, is constituted privacy….” Henry James, The American Scene Imagination scrabbles ...

East Eleventh Street, between First Avenue and A: watch the twenty-four-point-seven year-old tattooed skinny dude rock faintly back-and-fort...

Peculiarly stumped as we are spinning millions of miles from a star we're perhaps at our best when we give it a rest – just accept: to e...

Accommodating to a habitat is never quite a case of sucking up dismissively: “okay, that’s that.” The “that” that “that” may be turns out to...