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.
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 →
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 →
Happiness It asked a crumb of me and nothing more. Even that I could not give. Joe’s value wanes once cellophane is stripped, scotch tape cut, cardboard lid pried open, and he becomes a GI maimed in the sandbox wars… Continue Reading →
The veil shall be lifted – nevermore! Forever the bride on cusp of matrimony caught in nervous pause before “I do” when love’s confidence crashes headlong with reality’s fear. Promises of happiness and better times – empty as the local… 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 →
Writer’s Block, or On Being Indecisive And Fearful When It Comes To Just About Everything So I just listened, my pen in the air, for the muse to speak from silence. A character in a movie once proclaimed “the poem… Continue Reading →
Guts a Tumble Sometimes it stalks, hurricane building for days. Sometimes it slinks, thief in night without warning. You catch its sweaty stench just before it descends the way a deer smells danger or sailors perceive storms in the wind…. Continue Reading →
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