Beauty “Beauty is truth, truth beauty, – that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.” – Keats Her gentle song is a feast for that wisp of heart that floats free in denial, perhaps defiance,… Continue Reading →
Facing the Fox At that time some Pharisees came to Jesus and said to him, “Leave this place and go somewhere else. Herod wants to kill you.” He replied, “Go tell that fox, ‘I will keep on driving out demons… Continue Reading →
The Great Extremely Stable Genius (After Walt Whitman’s The Great City) The place where a person of great genius stands is not the place of paid-off escorts, stiffed lawyers, hawked bitcoin, deposits of wealth, Nor the place of ceaseless puckering… Continue Reading →
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.
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 →
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.
Unearthing self with a golden shovel after Mary Oliver As they traverse the land of whoever, the frightened leave breadcrumbs. You who find yourselves disillusioned are welcome in this magical realm where no possibility is forbidden. Only the matter of… Continue Reading →
I’m excited that my poem “Love Heals” was published in issue 7 of Pensive: A Global Journal of Spirituality & the Arts. Download or read for free at https://pensivejournal.com/.
Update: 2023 poetry winners are now posted online. Read my poem “In the Woods” at https://www.westminsterartfestival.org/copy-of-2022-poetry. Very pleasantly surprised that my poem “In the Woods” won third prize in the poetry category at the local Westminster Art Festival. I think… Continue Reading →
The Final Coastline (After the image “Lighthouse at the Edge of the World” by G.G. Silverman) Answers must be there. Somewhere. Weathered. Wary. With insight of pleasure endured, agony relished. But life feels like a stranger’s memory, a blurry-eyed drunk… Continue Reading →
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