Author Archives: Ken Greenman

She owns an engraved invitation, permanent, though we seldom expect her. Still, she comes never too early, ever punctually on the dot. When we hear her at our door, no time for last second house cleaning, cake baking, “Is there … Continue reading →

Fugues in waves cross, collide, creshendo, metso forte’, mixing foam with dissonence, assualting sand and serenity as I rest on an ocean beach. Yet what we know of surity desolves at sea side. I doze, secure, toes soaked and tide … Continue reading →

When the band goes home at 3:00 AM, what matters? Not how well they jazzed their riffs but how our dance kept beat. When the preacher prays,”…all say Amen.”, what matters? Not his harmonious exigesus, but what gospel joy we … Continue reading →

In the wood lives Spirit. In the stone, in the pond, in the bone, in the blossom lives Spirit, And there and there and there lives Spirit. Not magic, not conjured shades, not shimmering illusion. Rather, essences, housed, but not … Continue reading →

A sunrise February warming. I’m emerging from a moon lit snow drift woods. Awed to see a spirit in a tree stretch to unkink cramped muscle, crack old joints, get the blood pumping again. Branch rubs branch in a morning … Continue reading →

Mother Nature’s drinking deep, the melting snow from early heat. We cannot see beneath the mess, but bones intue what’s coming. The snow’s disolving from below while Spring emerges, very slow.

None dare disturb the Cardinals Wife. Not junkos, just elevated from dirt pecking to perch eating, having mimicked the titmouse after much ground level observation, not the selfish finch who otherwise would boldly threaten any foolish enough to hint at … Continue reading →

Dripping water time. Immutable ice thaws to seminal streams, disolving down into wakeing soil, fecund now. Her blanket tossed aside in haste. “Come!!” Receptive, moist, open, womb immured. Seed, egg, root, gold green shoot. Warming, waiting, wanting. Fertile flow time. … Continue reading →

Aqua, turquoise, royal, navy, periwinkle, robins egg, sky, electric. See the world – specific. Don’t think just “blue”. Think “hue”.

The rest stops, the Burger Kings, the bathrooms on the turnpike are the same, exactly. Almost. Imagine my surprise when I, in an urgency, interupted into three women, washing their hands, chattering, stareing at me in consternation, fear as I, … Continue reading →