Author Archives: Ken Greenman

the old couple chair danced while the town band ressurected Harry James, trumpets blasting, saxs sexing, trombones sliding in and out, in, out, the old couples feet moved faster, their hands held tighter with the beat. later, I know, the … Continue reading →

my wife blows bubbles with child like glee! she giggles to see crystal Christmas light bulbs rimming roof tops, glowing the snow. my wife glows, bubbles and enjoys everything. what more can be asked for by me?

There was, this evening, a ring around the moon. I knew, at noon, it would be there, felt it coming as the air went frigid damp, as the sky changed blues, a gradual morph of hues, until, at dusk, a … Continue reading →

Gods clouds surpass our towers. Our great sky scrapers dwarft before the majesty of His mountains. In the unplummed depths of His seas, cities sink. In the corridors of His galaxies, in the gallaries of His cosmic maze, our ways … Continue reading →

there is an open door to the room awaiting me, where rest from my journey is granted, free. The only question I ask about that peaceful room: does it have another door, an escape from the tomb? A nervous wondering … Continue reading →

I’m a blue pill cowboy. Hot dreams, purple, red risings, hungry lusts…. Every lady I see is lovely. All that urge comes into focus on the graceful slopes, the round divides, orbed mounds, soft concaves, warm, moist, hidden places on … Continue reading →

When I came back upstairs from banging down the coal stove ash, adding more to keep the heat, I found my wife, in silk shirt, nude below, was sleeping deeply on my side of the mattress, in my remaining warmth. … Continue reading →

My wife made meat loaf the shape of a penis, put it, head first, into the preheated oven and when it was well done, so were we.

I’m keeping my hand around while she is away from so I won’t forget going off until she’s on and I’m in.

I have part of a photo, the only part I want. It is my wife, cut away from her ex, thirty five years ago. A finger sized sliced picture of my wife in a god awful dress. The top part’s … Continue reading →