Many thanks to the Cold Moon Journal for publishing my haibun “Splintered.” Read it at https://coldmoonjournal.blogspot.com/2025/03/splintered-haibun-by-kenneth-arthur.html.
In the Details Attention to details is lauded by prospective employers and teachers of poetry alike, but sometimes it’s better to squint and blur your sight. No one wants to see the long nostril hair wave like the flag of… Continue Reading →
Faith When tyrants justify cruelty with lies When presidents mad for lawless power speak nothing but revenge When bullies win journalists drop to their knees … Continue Reading →
grief https://www.timidpoet.com/wp-content/uploads/2025/01/grief.mp3 A sense of loss seeped into life’s cracks unnoticed at first as her illness stalked her body. A cough, shortness of breath, unnoticed at first. She would feel better and then a cough, shortness of breath lingered… Continue Reading →
Many thanks to the New Verse News who published my poem “Museum of Cutting Edge Technology.” Read it at https://newversenews.blogspot.com/2025/01/museum-of-cutting-edge-technology.html.
Secrets she was many things but never comfortable in her own body, the enemy, with it’s own mission to confound. she encouraged others shared her struggles notebooks with one or two pages filled then put away life swept into a… Continue Reading →
Reaching Life is not possible without an opening toward the transcendent. – Mircea Eliade, The Sacred and the Profane Threatened by boot-quake, a pill bug curls into itself and quickens its demise. Threatened by a world unhinged, a monk curls… Continue Reading →
Backward Hawaiian Vacation Waikiki, oasis of sand and skin, promises peaceful paradise, never ending blue skies under which to dream of manufactured utopias meant for tourists. Luaus and macadamia farms founded on beds of lava keep us safe from truth…. Continue Reading →
death Returning home to God in peace, undone from these bones in sweet release. Into embrace of the supreme, the most for which we can dream when at last body’s breath does cease. Like the northerly flight of geese… Continue Reading →
Note to self on the failures of my life Too slow. Too fast. Wrong notes plucked on out of tune guitar. Is failing simply practicing to succeed? Or maybe you just suck. Is this poem really about learning to play… Continue Reading →
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