Author Archives: Ken Greenman

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

I ache for men who cannot cry. Who, for whatever reason, bottle their pain in stiff lipped containers. Who twist inside, contort the soft framework of their souls so not to let one tear slip from their eyes to wash … Continue reading →

Timothy, the lumbering dumb puppy, paws to big for his legs, ears to long for his head, followed innocently after Big Red, the setter, chasing cars, trucks, tractors, with puppies daring, but no skill. The lumbering dumb puppy had no … Continue reading →

Hollow jangles, clanks, bounced off cold gray blocks and patterns of steel. Echoes reechoed, echoed and died. Faces stared through thin cracks, peep holes of cells. Eyes followed feet past door,wall,face, bar, door, wall, face, bar, gone down corridors through … Continue reading →

In answer to my curious, but not morbid question, “I wonder how I’ll die?” comes another question asked by the Evesdropper, far off. “Now, Kenneth,it doesn’t matter, really, does it? Enjoy pink blossoms, turquoise sky, long smooth thigh… I’ll call … Continue reading →

I don’t have time to die. Don’t remind me of deaths incidentals. I’m living forever. Life grows, intwining around me, a breathing, woven vine. I wander my maze, no exit signs, no rememberance of enterance, watching friends to their amazment, … Continue reading →

I admire the moment of suddenly sinking into the dark tunnel. We know its coming must come, the when, exactly, is the constant unknown. So, our train speeds with such- purpose and the darkness comes and we never see it … Continue reading →

I rode a horse named Pardise around the carousel and never once went anywhere, but neither did I care. For a merry-go-round is a wonderous toy, all lights and music in motion and what else matters but beauty and joy … Continue reading →

comes that equalibrium: momentary momentums-cease peace and madness-balanced the world sits- panting or sleeps- disturbed while the teeter totters.

the candle flickers bright in sightless midnight. its mellow glow gifts my room with sight. my paintings, desk, books, some still unread, revealed. on my table sits an apple, cheese, bread. soft candle flame in day of no effet, so … Continue reading →