Author Archives: Ken Greenman

We waited for the light and when the light came what darkness it revealed to our everlasting shame Are we so better off In our enlightened, benighted age? What sage, what vaunted wisdom proves our bright lit era is not, … Continue reading →

My child giggled a lot. And she lisped her own language, baby talk all us grownups claimed we couldn’t understand. But we all were changed, completely, forever, whenever we held her hand.

Newly widowed, she laughs, sits encased by windows, friends, their laughs, whispers, fill most of the hollow room as sun light shining fills most of the grey gloom. The widow at the window stares, doesn’t see. Disguised by slightly nasal … Continue reading →

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 →