Act Three - Guy Kettelhack - Poetry & Ephemera

It’s hard to say what sort of day it is: precipitating mysteries the way it is. .

Ideas crash, ad hoc, out of exasperating vastness, crass and shocked as sunlight, cracked and cut and bleeding, stained with black blo...

Night-blooming human head plants can’t be counted on to conjure up romance but they’re good company when bleak Existence looks at you ...

As long as she hasn’t killed them, here’s what a mommy must know: whatever it took to build them, the point is to let them go. ...

Hanging out unrobed like Mata Hari – ruby earrings dripping from their lobes – is Harry and Mahatma’s way of cheering themselves out ...

See the threads and shreds and strands that coalesce out of the shadow-lands of being: streaming into, breeding bodily capacities – rand...

The problem with imaginary friends is, when they hang around for long enough they start acquiring autonomy – abandoning the clear taxono...