Ken Holland

The Kiss

I saw a man kiss another man today

In the shadowed light of the city,

Lips to cheek

A father, a son

The son a grown man

The father, aged, but not elderly

The kiss both intimate

And formal

Like lovers soon after a quarrel

When the boundaries are still fluid

The father’s kiss an apology as well as claim:

We have argued, because you are mine

To argue with.


Mind out of Time

I buried you thirty years from now

From where I lay resting

In black quietude

And if you’ve not quite buried me

In the pillowed infirmity

Of your mind

It wouldn’t be the first our hands

Sought to linger outside

Of time.

Ken Holland has had work widely published in such journals as Rattle, Tulane Review, Southwest Review, and Tar River with poetry current/forthcoming in Kestrel, California Quarterly, Midwest Quarterly and The Alembic.  He was awarded first place in the 2022 New Ohio Review poetry contest, judged by Kim Addonizio, and was a finalist in the 2022 Lascaux Prize in Poetry. His book-length manuscript, Summer of the Gods, was a semi-finalist in the 2022 Able Muse book competition as well as Word Work’s 2022 Washington Prize. He’s been nominated three times for the Pushcart Prize. More by visiting his website:

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