Author Archives: Ken Greenman

It is the last semester of his Senior year, so the young Christian boy is proud to see the TEN COMMANDMENTS hanging in the entry way of his high school…. (At Last!) The fruition of a battle within an unevenly … Continue reading →

I frighten me by my capacity for evil. Yesterday, I murdered a moth. As cold blooded as Richard Widmark pushing the wheel chaired old lady down the flight of stairs while he stares, grinning into the camera. I found the … Continue reading →

To forget the Grandfathers is to kill the dead, again. Without the ancestors, we are without compass. Not knowing from whence we came, we lose the sense of where we’re going. Even descending from some link to some Plymouth Rock … Continue reading →

Total ignorance is better than forming, too early, life-long-opinions based on a few, weak, incomplete ideas. The stubborn belligerence that became his way of life, his unsubstantiated proclamations against any alternatives, any resistance I mustered could only be scoffed at … Continue reading →

I’m sitting in a therapy chair between exercises to improve my balance. Here comes, down the hall, trudging slowly, pulling his therapist who’s holding an elastic cord tied to the fella’s waist, an old guy, like me, only his strength’s … Continue reading →

I’m sorry, Mr. Tolkien. Sorry, Mr. Caro. But I’m just too damn old. I don’t even buy green bananas or not yet ripe Bartlets any more. I haven’t the time to slog through so many “…words, words, words!” Verbosity, I … Continue reading →

Yeah? So what? So I pray! I’m a believer, so I pray! I’m a sinner, so I pray! Usually during my morning shower. You know, “Showers of blessings! / Showers of blessings we need!? Mercy drops round us are falling,/ … Continue reading →

Our Mother-Father-God in Heaven and on earth and in our lives and in my life, all the Names You have chosen to be called are Holy. Your Kingdom is coming and is already here, in us! Your Will is being … Continue reading →

Power doth not corrupt. Rather it “reveals” the already present corruption in the soul – Hidden but for hints in the heart. Intuited, but not confirmed. Fetal, not yet full term. Then it acerbates it – (In History, frequently in … Continue reading →

Oh! How we know the songs and the bands! Two notes into “WILD THING!” we all shout together, “You make my heart sing!” (or was it “ring”?) with arms swaying, hands waving…. Remember the dances? The kisses, (when we weren’t … Continue reading →