Sometimes the
best thing to do
is to hire a
creature to fly you.
Ride through
the lavender night
and let heaven supply you..
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- Except What You Provide
- A Very Good Friend
- Like You, My Dear, and Me
- The Heir to Everything
- Around the Yucatan
- Night Wouldn’t Say
- How's It Hanging?
- We Like Our Friends
- Beelzebub’s Unwell
- The Only Thing They Had to Do
- Incontrovertibly
- Mutable Flesh!
- The Ladies Who Know
- Sometimes the Best Thing to Do
- Fine and Fit
- As Soon As We Had Started To Exist
- Breathe With It
- The Answer
- Whatever He’d Believed
- Looking
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- What Reads as Confidence in Us
- Knowing Nothing
- Her Private Parts
- Facing It Together
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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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