Act Three - Guy Kettelhack - Poetry & Ephemera

Sometimes a touch can countermand a sorrow – borrow from the soul to pay the heart to make room for some fragile sense,...

When all the world is pink, it signals the unthinkable – that each unsinkable amour you may profess for it or her or...

I’m fraught. My laptop fought and fought. It flip-flapped when I dared to touch its keys to write; resisted...