Author Archives: Ken Greenman

Islam sky night Moons horn starhooked so close as though further north the moon might slide behind stars shinning crystal night sky. But now it’s morning, enormous blue sky What of stars at noon? Do they Shine as bright? Shining … Continue reading →

I feed birds, enjoy, In Return, returns of Flashing scarlets, squawking blues, bully grackles, the doves… Alternate mornings I take the moment it takes to fill feeders, spread seed, wait for joy. This morning, damn neighbors damn black cat squat, … Continue reading →

we are having January and July this May. North and West, in the mountains, snow. And today, here, wild summer storms thunder, sheets of rain… Surely Potomac will flood her banks, Farewell to blossoms; dogwood, apple, cherry… Yet, yesterday, a … Continue reading →

The Temple knew gold leafed corners, high, hidden by pillars from priestly view, lavish design, art for God’s eye only… So, now I ride south From Hudson’s Valley by train to Manhattan into her hollow core, glancing a moment at, … Continue reading →

Alleluia! Praise God in heaven and on earth Praise with heavenly melody Praise with earthly beat For Jesus jazzed the Torah For Joss, Joy and Jupiter Jesus Jammed And ever since, the boys in the band Praise with mighty music … Continue reading →

A man said to me, “I never have time to write.” I said, “Neither do I.” He said, “But you write!” I said, “Right.”