Author Archives: Ken Greenman

Is not the least embarassed as he screaches his victory around the flock. “Fish! Flesh! See me! See me!” Then, the flock flocks after him: “Angry! Hungry! Gimmee! Gimmee!” Until the silver minnow sinks beneath the surf. But no one … Continue reading →

I wish you were a Polynesian poppy, polinated by a bee. The only stipulation: that the bee must be me!

Manure, ice,straw,blood greet the winter birth. fascinating. hypnotic to watch a holsteins travail. the gory infant, hooves and nose first. baby bull destined for slaughter. the struggle for the right to struggle for short sucks on an emptying udder. then … Continue reading →

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 →