Author Archives: Ken Greenman

My wife smells like my wife, not some confection of lillac! Bottle her scent, I say, in some cosmic emulsifier. Spray the universe, adding a hint of her to Gods pervasive eau’ de amour.

Grandma cradles grandson, rocking in the night. The old clock unlocks. Thirty years are gone. Mommy cradles daughter, rocking in the night, while the new clock tocks in rythum with her delight. There are moments, gifts from heaven, when decades, … Continue reading →

The sun oozed over the mountains ridge, a flash fire in a line, turned mornings haze to briliance a chromatic at a time. Its rays caught crystal ice chips which lay as diamonds sown, converting them to rainbows, washed across … Continue reading →

Why has that single oak tree been granted leafy longevity? Why, when all the other trees around have dropped their leaves to cover the ground, has that solitary sentinal maintained its Autumnal glory? I think the reasons are easy to … Continue reading →

It pleases me to gaze the stars. It keeps life in perspective. The cosmos, so spectacular, it lets me be defective.

That I was the only forth grader in my Bronx elementary school to own a show n’tell passport, (where did I think I was going? Brooklyn?) is a tale rooted in my Ukrainian Grandpas bloodshot eyes and vodkaed slur, angry … Continue reading →

Destiny took a second swing at my right hands half pinky last Sunday. She missed. Just a slice to short. Spent some blood. Left thin knuckle skin hanging a bit. Not as bad as the first time! I was four, … Continue reading →

I thought passing time erases memories. Long ago, I cast off concrete recollections of my city childhood, while wandering down soft pine lined paths in the woods around my rural home. But still, suddenly, I feel the pounding on the … Continue reading →

Once to die is cast into a leap or a bullet or a needle, I believe most suicides decide they really, really, really want to live one more day. Christmas Day. Happy Birth Day. An ordinary, boring, trivial slice off … Continue reading →

I am hawk to my Lord the fowler. He unsheaths my eyes. He maketh me to soar in His skies. My talons are His to command. He bids them be His answer. I scream down like my brother the eagle. … Continue reading →