Author Archives: Ken Greenman

A glimpse of granite. at a glance, cut stone, sharp, chipped edges. Yet from inward, a luminescence, stone shine, inherent heat. edges melt reveals a smooth orb glowing. Persuasive warmth, source unknown but sought. We desire it, So, we come, … Continue reading →

Collette, talking on the phone to her unmarried man, in Texas, for a while. “Will you sweep me off my feet when you return? Will your brother’s wedding put marrying ideas in your head?” {After all, they’ve been living together…five … Continue reading →

A grand tree grows on our property a beach tree whose branches shadow out beyond expectations. Whose limbs are stronger than many trees. Whose leaves against the sun create a great circle of shade and comfort in our meadow. The … Continue reading →

I’m an old man but I didn’t mind until the neighbor moved. His little son don’t ride past on his bicycle anymore. The little daughter in the overalls won’t giggle on my porch while I tell her the story for … Continue reading →

“…and then you’ll come to a split in the road, boy’ Yeah, you’ll come to the fork. One’ll go off to the right, then up the mountain. T’ other’ll sort of veer off left, t’go round. One’s easy, other’s hard… … Continue reading →

Night erased days wood floors, brass bed, cotton curtains perished in black. Terrified by dark, he squat, arms locked ’round knees, frozen, too far gone to whimper, stared into a blank hole ’till a faint took him across the border, … Continue reading →

That day in mid-September, sea gulls whose squawks and scoldings more often mix with surf and buoy bells were heard keening among pines and maples in hills above the river. They knew. Blue jays nesting near Freers Farm, typically talkative, … Continue reading →

I am no agoraphobe I am instead a phototrope! My home’s the sun I turn my face to. Why call me strange? Why go out into daylight when it’s so dark out there?

He was playing Quarterback for both sides in a pick up game of flag football. 18 months after he lost his leg 12 months after he learned to walk on his wooden one At first I was reluctant to rush … Continue reading →

yet, when I see my little baby little champ, part of me filling my living with drops of hope, worry and doorjamb inch marks, I love. yet when I see my little boy Champ! of whom I am part sucking … Continue reading →