Author Archives: Ken Greenman

…so I asked Doc. Jim if I was gonna die, (my periodic A-fib becoming more periodical and painful) and he chuckled. “We’re all going to die”, he commiserated. And I knew, since I had phrased it, it was a stupid … Continue reading →

“To see” is to exercise your eyes. “To invision” is to exercise your soul. “To enlighten” is to offer your vision to the world so the world can verify or debunk. For it is crucial to remember, The Feurher had … Continue reading →

God? Help those imprisoned by malicious men, for whom mercy means only nothing and meting out blood and murder means every thing Who manufacture hells and who, like Dante’s demonic fiends, toss all innocence, pitchfork all humanities freedoms into the … Continue reading →

At dawn, the dark hole opens before me, slowly, as it would in any grave dug in stoney ground. But there are no pall bearers to haul me. (Only in my mind, if I decide), and so with all my … Continue reading →

These are the tender mercies given me by our Mother-Father-God as years accumulate and my body disintegrates: The, sometimes gentle, extra defibulations of my heart: The added pains of morning start and the diminishment of other risings so long enjoyed: … Continue reading →

When he wrote the Torah, he wrote the first Western. A kosher short story by Moses, the Jewish Louis La’mour. Call it THE BROTHERS for no one knows their surname. A saga of disobedience and jealousy. Where the farmer and … Continue reading →

“Patience is a virtue” Surely! Ah! But… Is the patience of that killer-sniper waiting for the victim in his site to move just a little to the right for a cleaner shot and so to move no more a virtue? … Continue reading →

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 →