Author Archives: Ken Greenman

Shouldn’t someone tell the red-headed woodpecker that grubs are softer berries better worms are sliced with a shake. Someone tell him (soon, I hope) life is easier you punch-drunk dope without the headache!

the nuthatch chose to see the world from an upside down position… but who’s to say we couldn’t learn with insights from his perception…

Pity the poor robin red breast ever to be almost a cardinal but always a bishop at best.

note the plain brown wrapper. house wren, a fat bullet with Cyranos’ beak then, note his song to her perched on the branch… seductive aria operatic! Puccini bows to his master

a great trick played on the cardinal imagine to be so stunning- then to know but one note- tic! tic! tic! and, as red is blood’s reminder, to hide, shying from all but briefest scarlet exposure

Saint Francis got it wrong or maybe he rewrote it so the brothers wouldn’t say “Frannie’ crazy!” “t’ pazzo, Franco!” Well, they did say that. But if he’d told it straight they would’ve said, “Frannie’s completely crazy! Gonzo tutti-pazzo!” For … Continue reading →

Knee deep in new snow filling feeders with thistle & seeds Thundering wings crowned his head aviary epiphany antiphonal chirpings “AVES!! AVES!!” Forgave him his sins of being the son of Pietro di Bernardone and Adam…

ordinary…ordinary…ordinary ordinary…ordin MAGIC!!! ZOOM!!! HOVER! HOVER! HOVER!! EMERALD! RUBY! EMERALD! RUBY! RUB! RU! ary… ordinary… ordinary ordi… or…

I love you because the world is round sound travels in waves sun warms the sky there is light after deaths dark night It does not do us well to delve too deeply into physics querky depths. Suffice it to … Continue reading →

The little boy dropped the marbles cats eyes, solids, golds, mutts into his glass jar, shook, spun, flipped, twirled, rattled the nerves of anyone and the deaf. “little boy! little boy!! little boy!!! won’t you be sad if your marbles … Continue reading →