Author Archives: Ken Greenman

Don’t worry, my dear. You”re not ugly outside until you’re ugly inside.

Out behind the Ponderosa, around the corner from Burger King, behind the Sleep Inn parking lot adjectent to Route 17 South sits a little pond, a diamond drop surrounded by the concrete of Interstate 95, a dot on Americas moving … Continue reading →

That father was a gambler never bothered mother, perhaps because he never made a bet. he just lived like time was chips, experiences, a crap shoot.

The bulwarks fall before us. First, grandpas, grandmas, great Aunt Genevieve, the olds ones who have earned their rests. I shake Fathers hand, embrace Mother, hear Uncle Normans attempt at “lightening the moment”. I kid Cousin Jeffefry in the parking … Continue reading →

If there had been between her and him an awareness of progressions, sylogistic, inevitable, if – then, if this then that, commensing with a soft accidental touch, a slight, themeless brush, back of hand to back of hand, while walking … Continue reading →

“The old man’s talkin’ to himself again!” groused Jake to Rachel, his wife. “Gonna say somethin’ t’ him ’bout how strange it is hearin’ his voice comin’ out from the trees! Gives me the willies in the mornin’s” “Please yourself, … Continue reading →

Once, when we were crazy, we made love on Mohonk Tower. Warm Autumn afternoon, hikers voices floating up to us, daring us, “Come on! Push it!” “Get up there!” “You can do it, honey!” My wife is still that bold. … Continue reading →

My back porch light, a dim, golden shimmer in the dark, my beacon in the night, leads me home, brings me back to the back door when my dog and I have tarried to long in the woods, darkness catching … Continue reading →

Life is a long, slow beating. Standing waist deep in the surf taking the blows, the pounding, taking it, taking it, until one last wave saves us from the gradual wearing away, hits us side ways, hits us unaware so … Continue reading →

The strongest wave’s not the tallest wave, it’s the one who stands alone, the one who draws its strength from the Power that gives it motion. It doesn’t crest to close to its sisters, leaves a deep,wide trough before it … Continue reading →