poetry and more from Kenneth W Arthur

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On the Edge of Paradise

On the Edge of Paradise unlike         the red maple standing proudly next to church entrance                 her devoted husband on his morning run         the pair… Continue Reading →

Dear Dad

Dear Dad We were never intimates. Men in our family never talked much. Vulnerability is weakness so we stuck to safe topics. Don’t get me wrong, there’s no animosity either. If there was a need, we did our best, but… Continue Reading →

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