Author Archives: Ken Greenman

When I consider my senescence, and my built in obsolesce I find there are legions of evil habits I must eliminate from my existence. Like, when I squash my lust for a second or even fourth sweet dessert! My wife … Continue reading →

Every sixth day, as the sun finishes its decent through the heavens from zenith to horizon, while the sky explodes into fiery red and orange flames, a seam opens, a hole between the realms. And through it flows a stream … Continue reading →

What does it take to drown a precocious, athletic, non-swimming- non-floater, 4 foot-5 inches tall, 4, maybe, 5 years old child in a pool, 6 feet deep? Well, not much: His teen age brother, delegated to watch him but who … Continue reading →

Oh! There are so many pictures of god. Just in the winds… In cool on-shore breezes. In roiling hurricanes wild enough to knock me off my feet, press me into the sand, pounding, beating me till I bleed and feel … Continue reading →

…when he could have called upon the powers of 10,000 angels? His cross was heavy. The splinters, sharp and jagged. He was bleeding from a Roman scourging. He was exhausted from a night and a day of pain. The turn-coat-crowd … Continue reading →

…or a chimp, our second cousin and therefore further up the choosing chain. Or a meerkat, that social scamperer of the African Plain, stretched out on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, painted by an arrogant, bearded Meerkat artist capturing … Continue reading →

“By the sea! By the sea! By the beautiful sea! You and me! You and me! Oh! How happy we’ll be!” …goes a silly Broadway ditty sung on the beach of a beautiful ocean. But I have grown older, now. … Continue reading →

Naturally, since my escape from the womb, I have become older. I mature. I become wiser. Sometimes, stupid. Stronger. Learn to learn. Learn to love. Evolve from hunger for Mothers nipple too lustful for my loves breasts. To understand what … Continue reading →

JUST A NOTE TO WHOEVER MIGHT WANDERING THROUGH MY POEM BLOG: p0ems 1215-1219 a not to be taken seriously…. I had to get them off my gut, but they are poorly writ political propaganda not to be counted, avoided if … Continue reading →

Where have all the John Wayne’s gone? How did he become that idiot Dad, that senile Grandpa on TV comedy and TV ad? The frustrated money man whose harshest curse is “Schwab!”. The sweating knuckle dragger in the weight room, … Continue reading →