poetry and more from Kenneth W Arthur

Category prose poem

The Hawk…

The Hawk… glides over treetops and rooftops, encroaching upon city limits, ignoring carefully crafted boundaries between civilization and nature as if there wasn’t a difference between the two at all. I don’t often notice its sorties into the realm of… Continue Reading →

Two Who Dare

Two Who Dare We greeted with the choreography of two hesitant mutts sniffing each other out, surrendering an awkward quick pat on the back and pull away of men embarrassed by intimacy, an almost-waltz at arms length, over before the… Continue Reading →

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