Author Archives: Ken Greenman

You might be the hoped for one the morning sun adopted as his own. You bring to quiet sunrise a new and clear vitality. A boon I beg from you this early New England Day: When this dream ends with … Continue reading →

I never longed for heaven ’till I found it here on earth. in the lavish lush submerging of myself in us. us, a flame whose only wane is death. And so to keep my loving living, there must be a … Continue reading →

She is a dream who comes and goes at midnight warming the darkness spine shivers… When I awake, was she even there or was she my wish my hope taking shape in the truth of a dream? How that dream … Continue reading →

Mountains, far, hazy and blue mountain on mountains, far, off and away, Horizons of rolling, mist mountains. Mountainous waves of a north sea storm waves, froth blown, crashing blue shaving the shape of the shore coral caught comber smashes the … Continue reading →

Poetry lives like life lives interspersed with prose, Paragraphed commentary. Living is Finding your own poems style. Are you a couplet burst of joy? A sonnets love song? or will you be lucky? involved in epic. Young Ulysses on a … Continue reading →

Time and Space. The space between noon and midnight The time it takes to go from here to there and back.. There’s nothing inherently evil about them They are concepts that help us organize. Perspectives, relative to location, culture. They … Continue reading →

if I could reach across the distance to you hold your hand, walk with you feel you asleep beside me, make you laugh, kiss you hello or good night. I would. Now and now and now. But I can’t so, … Continue reading →

The only good thing about my being here when you are way over there is… ah… well… yes, the thing is, that… oh, well… I tried.

“Majestic!” They have destroyed that word! Read through some damned dictionary just to see: Majestic Alarms Systems Majestic Can Corp. (ash cans!) Majestic Garage Majestic Rug Cleaning Co. Inc. (Two of them!!) Majestic Staple Co. Oh’ my poor weeping muse! … Continue reading →

how long I have lain here dying I shall never know. life roots as far back as it flowers forward… but here, now in this moment, you divide eternity. in our savage lavish ravishing thrusts in the love lusts I … Continue reading →