You think a god does everything?
Ha! It will never play and sing
the harmonies you’d like it to.
Ha! It will never play and sing
the harmonies you’d like it to.
Those spectral chords are up to you.
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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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