JTK.CA is my website address AND my pen name.

JTK.CA is my website address AND my pen name.

Tad ( JTK.CA ) @NudistPoet a.k.a. Jonathan Tad Ketchen at age 54 in 2022. I just turned 54 a couple of days ago on New Year’s Eve. I love having a New Year’s Eve Birthday. Every year, the whole world sets off fireworks to celebrate me! 😉❤

Tad ( JTK.CA ) @NudistPoet a.k.a. Jonathan Tad Ketchen at age 54 in 2022. I just turned 54 a couple of days ago on New Year’s Eve. I love having a New Year’s Eve Birthday. Every year, the whole world sets off fireworks to celebrate me! 😉❤

This is what my 54th Birthday makes me think of! I turn 54 today, New Year’s Eve, at 9:44 PM. HIPPY BROTHDAY to Me!

This is what my 54th Birthday makes me think of!
I turn 54 today, New Year’s Eve, at 9:44 PM.
HIPPY BROTHDAY to Me!

November 1, 2021, was my 21st anniversary in this apartment. Coincidentally, within the past few months, numbers were added to our parking spaces for the first time, and mine is, you guessed it, 21. 😉💖 And I don’t even drive. 🤪

November 1, 2021, was my 21st anniversary in this apartment. Coincidentally, within the past few months, numbers were added to our parking spaces for the first time, and mine is, you guessed it, 21. 😉💖 And I don’t even drive. 🤪

"It Is Destined To Happen This Way" [ EXPOSED BY INSIDER ]

JTK.CA SMILING

JTK.CA SMILING

“UNDYING LOVE TO GRANDPA ROLY” by JTK.CA

My tribute poem to Dad’s dad, my late Grandpa Roly
(William Roland Ketchen),
written after his 1987 passing.

“UNDYING LOVE TO GRANDPA ROLY”
by JTK.CA

Many say you’ve gone away;
It’s very true, you have —
Lost to sight and sound and touch,
A grandpa and a dad.

Oh, how I miss your smile!
I miss your bear hugs too.
I loved to say, “I love you!”
And hear you say, “I kind of like you too!”

I didn’t grieve your “death,”
For life anew you have.
I only miss you desperately;
That’s all that makes me sad.
Lost to sight and sound and touch,
A grandpa and a dad.

The sadness lingers little.
It’s the beginning, and there’s no end!
Found to light and life and love,
My grandpa and my friend!

http://JTK.CA
Tad@NudistPoet.com
© Jonathan Tad Ketchen (JTK.CA)

WILLIAM ROLAND KETCHEN
1913-1987

His birthday was Valentine’s Day, which was totally appropriate!

Went to the dentist today (2021-12-01) to see about these black teeth. 😉 Took this selfie in the waiting room because I loved the geometry of the ceiling architecture and lights as a background! HAPPY DECEMBER, EVERYONE!💖

Went to the dentist today (2021-12-01) to see about these black teeth. 😉 Took this selfie in the waiting room because I loved the geometry of the ceiling architecture and lights as a background! HAPPY DECEMBER, EVERYONE!💖

My pen name / website JTK.CA showcases over a dozen of my own sites (many nude). Enjoy! 💖

My new front page NudistPoet.com showcases 16 of my own websites (many nude). Enjoy...or don't. 😉 ❤

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Just woke up from a dream in which I came down a geometrically strange rocky staircase inside a building. When I got to the bottom, I started singing, as if in an opera, "Is not this staircase the most astounding piece of architecture you've ever seen? I think I want to marry it!" Yes. All my dreams are weird, but that one cracked me up inside. 🤣💖

"SOUNDS FALL"
(Two Poems: "SLEEP" and "DEATH")
by http://JTK.CA (Jonathan Tad Ketchen)


SLEEP



Sounds fall
Light dies
I close my ears
And close my eyes

I hear a song that can't be heard
Sung every night by a bird
That sings to me in my sleep
With a melancholy tweet

And when I wake
I wonder why
A fictitious bird
Can make me cry

My hair is falling on the page
As I write a poem without age
As I grow older beginning to bald
One hair at a time my life does fall



DEATH



Sounds fall
Life dies
I close my ears
And close my eyes

I wrote a poem long ago
All my hair is gone
So now I go

I sing a song I don't recognize
As I leave a shell on Planet Earth
                                  My place of birth
                                  But I'm born again
And I do not cry
Nor wonder why

"BOBA FETT WALKS ACROSS A SERENE SCI-FI LANDSCAPE" by JTK.CA

Dad (twitter.com/RevDavidKetchen) was a Presbyterian pastor, so it is not uncommon for my dreams to be set in former church buildings or hybrids of former church buildings. In my last dream session, I had a weird one. The carpet throughout the church was ordinary, but there was a small patch in the narthex (lobby) that was Boba Fett carpet. Yes, you read that right. Out in the sanctuary, where the carpet was normal, I noticed an empty space in the carpet, so I went out to the narthex, cut out a piece of the Boba Fett carpet, and perfectly filled the carpet hole in the sanctuary with Boba Fett walking across some serene sci-fi landscape.

Then the dream got REALLY weird. One of the church elders showed up, and it was U.S. Senator Lindsey Graham. Yeah, I told you my dreams are weird. He was incensed with Boba Fett carpet in the narthex and ripped it off the floor, yelling, "Do you know what this is?" And all I could think was, I hope he doesn't notice what I did in the sanctuary.

-- Jonathan Tad Ketchen (bitly.com/AllMyDreamsAreWeird)

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