Author Archives: Ken Greenman

We fertilize temptation with contemplation. The focus of our lust, we caress with thought. Luxury of vicarious act, safe from penalty of consequence. But, in that unexpected, shocking moment, when the Truth confronts us that “Whatever act we cherish in … Continue reading →

Just now popping out, rows of green shoots, new corn stalks, inches high, ripple past as I drive by a early seeded field. On this road, this view, perpendicular, green lines are clear. But, as I turn a corner, take … Continue reading →

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Constructiton zone on the Interstate destroys a cosmos in a frog pond, leaves a bone yard, tree stumps, muddied water, root mounds. Natures hush, sacrificed to mans ruch home to watch, on The Nature Channel, the plight of the endangered … Continue reading →

Men came, scared the land, gouged great gashes, hundres of mines, hundreds of feet deep to uncover coal. Rail beds, steam locomotives conveyers to haul coal and mountains of skag, the residue of rape everest across miles of ruined earth. … Continue reading →

I Yes, they miss their mates. Yet, do they mourn as we mourn? Is it merely aloneness or is it the deep, hole in the soul, cracked heart mourning that feels as though sun will never rise, wound will will … Continue reading →

It is a good quilt. Though Worn and patched, faded where the wear has rubbed closest to us through long winter sleeps. Children have stolen it to tent in the back yard, cat and dog have curled on it in … Continue reading →

A strange, archaic custom in our culture: dig a hole; put a body in a box; put a box in a hole; cover a hole with dirt: act as though the body is Him or Her in a box, in … Continue reading →

My Fathers shoe lace came untied while we walked one rainy night. His shoe flopped, he squeezed his toes, but he never said a word. When I saw, I thought, He can’t bend down! “Dad? Want me to tie your … Continue reading →

There was a time when I would aim directly at the squirrl who dared to cross the road as I drove by, for I had become the cat that kills canarys because he can. Then there was a time when … Continue reading →