Author Archives: Ken Greenman

There are just a few things I love a lot. The rich taste of chocolate. The feel of old-worn calico. The color, indigo. To stay aware through that sweet hour of prayer. To brush my ladies silken hair. But the … Continue reading →

My new digs in Italy, near the Blue Grotto of Capri sit on the razor edge of a precipice looking over the Med. The buildings have been there for centuries. But when I stand on the brink, I can see, … Continue reading →

“Yes! Of course! It’s sad! I wish Jesus had, at least, a girl friend. Maybe one of the Rosenbaum sisters from next store. Of course! I know! He’s been already Bar Mitsphed in Jerusalem! Such a big deal they made! … Continue reading →

Thanking the Gods for opposable thumbs. Singing hymns for lightly callused fingers. Prayers for firm, sensitive nipples. Praise for the mysterious mound, found, after patient search, deep down, warm and wanting, (But the little devil’s never where she was the … Continue reading →

The neck of the Little Blue Heron swings left to right to left… The bird gets a bead on the little green frog. Then strikes! The frog is dead. The bird is fed. And the pendulums swings begin again.

Accumulations of years of trials, tears and disaster and, yes, luck, love and laughter weigh heavy on the olderly while the well worn recliner, often rehearsal prop for a coffin, brings on quickly slowly, drowsy, closing eyes, deep sonorous breaths, … Continue reading →

This novel, in this third or hundredth read, the héros, the villains, the Loved, all the chapters in the flow, feel as real, as though part of the evolutionary spinning of my heart. And in those moments when, in the … Continue reading →

What better place for gentle rest than my cheek upon my ladies breast? Where I have found such Peace- and Passion! Coming from my writing place late to bed at night, to our bedroom lit by but a soft blue … Continue reading →

I like to sing and dance each day and the only way I know- for me to sing and dance each day is-to-laugh-at-every-thing-I-say! When we wake-up in the morning and I turn to you and say, “I hope you have … Continue reading →

My wife relaxes in her recliner eating her breakfast , egg salad on rye toast and sipping her virgin Bloody Mary, watching the birds fly to the suet and seed feeding zone i created just off our back porch. I … Continue reading →