Author Archives: Ken Greenman

I wish I am a fish, silver knife blade sliver shimmering the waves, catching moon light glints in split second lazor rainbows. Mouth fulls of minnows, relishing the wild feeding frenzy. Fear and savagery darting on white foam crests. Not … Continue reading →

I wish I am a fish as I walk on the beach, sandles plopping on the soft damp sand. A fish, praying to an Icthusian God, scaled, no doubt, a kosher gefilte fish God who created the sea and all … Continue reading →

I wish I am a fish as I walk the beach, sandals plopping on soft, damp sand. A fish, swimming just beyond the crests, looking out for pelicans, terns, gulls, for bigger fish with bigger teeth. A fish, conscious of … Continue reading →

It doesn’t pay to be to smart if you’re a chicken. For what you’d learn would break your heart, if you’re a chicken. That painful push to lay that egg to have it fried for breakfast. The gentle brooding of … Continue reading →

It’s a good thing she’s got work to do. The work she does is her hearts glue. When she feels her heart about to break, all she does is start to rake. When she knows It’s going to shatter, just … Continue reading →

I had a shark dream last night. My Father, as he was back when I was the child in the dream was at the helm of the craft, more a pontoon raft with our outboard astern,loaded with relatives and many, … Continue reading →

The barn is quiet, though seldom silent. Sibilant breezes whisper greetings to each stall, loft, remenant hay stalk, just now, a flutter of wings, some wandering pigeon seeking roost. But, no mare, no jersy, no clucking chicken hears or cares … Continue reading →

At forty I found my Father. At forty I found my Father had for years been looking for a me he could only hope was more than he could see. I had given him only traces, hints of my existance … Continue reading →

When all he could do was wiggle, he,d wiggle, wiggle, and wiggle. Then he giddled, so he added giggle to wiggle and did both. Then, when he could, he would run, shout, play. giggle and wiggle. And play play play … Continue reading →

Someone is mowing his lawn. I am sitting here trying to be, but someone is mowing his lawn. The mechanical mumbling, the high pitched whine, the mowers drone, the eterenal interruption of solitude by cacophony continues, but , I am … Continue reading →