Author Archives: Ken Greenman

The human part is the heart of art or what’s creation for? Color, line, texture, rhyme do nothing more than frame. The thought in the poem, “the soul in the bowl” these give Art its name. Pigment splattered on canvas, … Continue reading →

I’m at that time in my life where, now, the Reaper now looms as the big interrupter in my scheme to always – be. I live in a community of gray hairs where an actuaries job is actually pretty simple, … Continue reading →

Sure! Sure! Our close simian cousins, the Chimps, are known to use a hollow in a stone and a heavy rock or an old bone to extract a tasty seed from its shell. The Bonobo, 2nd cousins once removed, solve … Continue reading →

Unless you’re an armadillo in Texas, the middle of the road’s the best way to go. Ya got plenty’a room to wriggle. to the left, to the right… plenty of time to hem and quibble, haw or giggle…. Say a … Continue reading →

After all these years, (I and that nation arising from that same conflagration) I am brought to sorrow and disappointment watching Jews perpetuate genocide on the evening news. No longer can “Gods Chosen” claim the name and protections afforded to … Continue reading →

Last week I read an article in Sun magazine, Sy Syfransky’s monthly liberal rag my wife subscribes to and I sneak peeks at, about the almost incomprehensible diversity of life on earth. About how speckled with species is the ocean … Continue reading →

There’s a secret joy in the reading of a book when you’ve read the book before, but far enough back in your memory so the particulars: “How many days and nights did Santiago fight the great Marlin?” “Why all the … Continue reading →

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 →