Author Archives: Ken Greenman

I’m sorry you were not beside me to see. But then, knowing the gentleness in thee, you might not have enjoyed watching Death come so meticulously. Our little pond out back, a dark mirror by the pines reflection in the … Continue reading →

It was a gift from the Gods to their people. It was the gift that set them free. It was a boon of love from the Gods above when They gave us Liberty. It cut us free from the chains and … Continue reading →

Mary had a little lamb. Her first born son whose heart was pure as snow. And everywhere the lamb would go, Mary would follow. closely, wringing her hands with worry. (That sudden trip to Egypt lingering in her memory.) And … Continue reading →

Beware those men of the cloth, their faces pinched from tasting only the sour they see in their sinful world, their Bibles clutched in their clawed grip like cold, stone weapons… Beware the churchy lady sitting prim in her pew, … Continue reading →

How fortunate at Christmas time are poets who-have-all those words to rhyme! Darkest night to brightest light! Gifts to bring and bells to ring! Songs to sing to a new-born King! Jesus, the meek and mild baby laying asleep in … Continue reading →

We have only this day for certain. And tomorrow’s a question at best. So I’ll live my life softly and hold my loves hand as we dance to the tune of the band. I will always be with you my … Continue reading →

Why wish for a return to some imagined realm of calm, when everything seemed as it should be, like a God inspired Psalm? Peace on earth. Affordable housing for all. No such thing as the Atomic Bomb. As if each … Continue reading →

The wild bees are bewildered! They swarm around two iron shepherds crooks, searching for two red hummingbird feeders where, just yesterday, there were ten worker bees on each yellow, plastic blossom sucking the sugar water. Sweet liquor making drunkards of … Continue reading →

I used to do this… I used to do that… I used to eat platters without getting Fat! Now, with tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat, I ask my self daily, “What’s up with dat!!??”

We do not know what this day might bring. We cannot see beyond the moment we are woken by that jangling alarm… In this new day, shrouded in thick, morning fog, is woven the grand question facing all. Will it … Continue reading →