If death were
pink
and life were
gray,
would we
mistake
one for the
other?
Which one’s
the other’s
mother?.
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- The Fragile Part
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- You and Albert
- If Death were Pink and Life were Gray
- Walking with a Friend Through Heavy August Air
- No Longer Art
- Considering Alternatives
- Such Strange Happiness as Mine
- But Not to Worry
- Families, Occasionally
- The Big Burly King and the Little Blue Thing
- No Other Possible Conclusion
- Wood
- The Perfect Confidant
- Why We Should Worship Him
- Temperate Divinities
- Apparently to See Them is the Point
- Afterlife
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- Three Monks Sitting Around
- Your Birdy-Boo
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- Autism, A Prayer
- It’s Pretty, Though.
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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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