Senses anxiously
attached
to
consciousness
can make you
feel
less man
than radar scan..
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- Having Reckoned with the Second Month
- Magenta, Gold & Blue
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- Voluptuous Obfuscation, An Exercise
- In Her Bathing Suit
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- The Thing That Makes You Turn Around
- Ends and Means
- The Désespoir of Birds
- What I’d Call a ‘Myself’
- Terror’s Spectrum
- Radioactive Spirituality
- We Think You Did It
- Crucially Dual
- Don’t Bother Him
- Juggling Suns
- Propagation
- Donna & Guy's Magical Mystery Tour
- We Sense It Had to Do With Blue (2)
- The Mystic Fishies
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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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