Author Archives: Ken Greenman

“To go”. Irregular verb (I think) Present tense, first person singular: “I go.” Past tense: “I goed” ? No!!! Irregular verb! “I went” ? Yes!!! Future Tense: I shall go!! Yes!!! Some more complicated Verb tense form: (maybe future plu- … Continue reading →

A wet wad of tissue on the wicker, bed-side table. Your long, deep, moans echo in my ears, still. Misty, shrouded sun rising and blueing sky filter through gauzy, white-cotton-lace curtains hanging in front of our big bay bedroom window. … Continue reading →

The old fisherman’s cast. His quick jig snaps his lure against the incoming current Again, the slow rhythm of his cast. The quick jig. The slow rhythm. The motoring out of the fishing fleet. Each morning out to 50 mile … Continue reading →

A century ago, (it seems), coming North on AM TRACK from Union Station, DC, to Penn Station, NYC, (a part of my journey to see – someone- in the Mid Hudson Valley) I’d walk cross town to Grand Central to … Continue reading →

I fell in love, for a moment, with the deli lady, today. Her long mahogany hair wrapped tight in her net. A fey, pearly white smile for me when I ordered Lacey Swiss – a pound- and Tomato-Basil Ham, Boars … Continue reading →

( I wish I could write music, but the melody is in my head. Just think of a waltz.) Only with you will I piece-up a quilt from a thousand swatches of joy. With prayer, love and care I will … Continue reading →

( I wish I could write music, but the melody is stuck in my head. Just think of a waltz.) I will always remember those nights by the river when we walked hand in hand first in love. With the … Continue reading →

We sing, “Theirs is wrong and ours is right!” And all those centuries wasted in fight trying to prove it! All that shed blood and gory mud! What matter if heaven is a pearly-walled city or a desert oasis with … Continue reading →

The tomorrow I so feared is yesterday, at last and she is gone (and with us still) and we have left only our tears to dry and our memory and our love. While She? She’s in some-where-else-land not having even … Continue reading →

The red fox came, sudden, like the spooking of a haint. Loping like he owned our meadow. Like the squirrels gleaning sunflower seeds and suet chunks tossed across the feeding ground from the beaks of cardinals and thrashers, were his … Continue reading →