When push
comes to shove,
as it does
when you love,
in French, I cry "Qu'est-ce qui se passe?"
and find myself flat on my ass.
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- The Fragile Part
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- Walking with a Friend Through Heavy August Air
- No Longer Art
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- No Other Possible Conclusion
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- The Perfect Confidant
- Why We Should Worship Him
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- Apparently to See Them is the Point
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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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