Author Archives: Ken Greenman

Last night, late, well, early morning, something happened that I hate. My lady got cold feet. Icy toes heels froze… And my legs are warm under the quilt. So, of course, {Opposites attracting opposites she knows the best spots} From … Continue reading →

I If a man’s not a Pope before white smoke pours though St. Peters chimney, then no matter the number of Cardinals proclaiming, he is not. But the man who is marked by God’s finger may crawl through all the … Continue reading →

Today, I am a willing addict to summers gentle narcotic to warm breeze, hot sun, fans hum. Emerald hummingbirds darting, penetrating willing impatiens, clematis blue heron slow stroking wings glides down the slopes, cool river inviting. Tonight, blinds drawn, sheets … Continue reading →

There is only one woman whose soul knows mine deep enough to pull me over from sanitary sanity to the freedom and joy of passion. Where bulls bellow, tomcats yowell on fence posts, mares, in mock fright, whinny in conterpunctual … Continue reading →

I was riddled and piddled and diddlelysquated. Then birthly sent herthward all crazled and potted. Deturned to this inverse disbeveled, believered from a world so squartangled to here so sphereited. When grounding this roundling rehausted, walked balkward stalkward, for mirth … Continue reading →

little retarded boy round face blue tongue in, out, a slurring mouth… Wayne “W W W W A A A A YYYYNNNNEEEE” yes “YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAAA” Smile little retarded boy Surprise us that you can even be. Embarrass us to be with … Continue reading →

Call lands end a sheer cliff fall some hundreds feet straight down to sculptured rocks smooth pebbles, scratching sand, the surf, sea… we think land begins as sea ceases. Lifes geography misses such precision. When was the first notice of … Continue reading →

Place one sandled foot before the other. On to pilgrimage! So saints, So scoundrels, So prima donnas, and conquerors. Stand at the gate pulled back by cords of suckling of warm quilts of growing quilts and unconquered fears. But, turning … Continue reading →

This little child counts. No more, no less. touching the flesh of others freely, moving in stumble step. Staring at new eyes, giggling, even falling, crying with the bump, reaching to hands willing to lift to guide to support… to … Continue reading →

Plastic isn’t good enough. It doesn’t burn, it melts. What would you have us do for lunch? Sip synthetic vitamins through multi-colored straws or slurp our thick soup, spill our cows milk without picking up after and later, burn like … Continue reading →