Author Archives: Ken Greenman

There! Comes that moment in a little girl’s life, (Yes, different for some, the same for others) when a little boy looses his Coodies, stops being that – Thing- who lives two houses down the street and who ALL THE … Continue reading →

TODAY! I declare a new truth unto you, old as the hills, so to unburden your soul and free you from all dogmatic dogma constricting your freedom to be and to go where ever your destiny leads! Let me introduce … Continue reading →

You ought to know, asking a poet if he’d like to, “…read a poem or two…” is like asking a 19 year old virgin if he’d like to, “Have a go…” So, don’t ask unless you mean to hear orgazmic … Continue reading →

My house sits on a rise of sand and dirt covered by Zoysia sod, lifting us two feet higher than the ground around. (A meager moat against Mothers tendency towards ten foot tidal surges during our hurricained Autumn.) My gated … Continue reading →

Today, a sharp shinned hawk, silver gray, perched on a blue ceramic bird bath, waiting for prey. Smug in his patience. Owning his perchance for slaughter. The smaller birds and squirrels wise enough to hide among the shrubs and beneath … Continue reading →

A weekly dose of Sabbath does not send me backwards towards some primal beginning, Genesis chapters 1-2 dimly remembered. Rather, it gives me a day, sundown to sundown to participate again in present reality. To bathe again in holy waters, … Continue reading →

Suddenly, steamy Summer slides into memory as the detritus of Idlias drifts off into the Atlantic. From 98 degrees we dropped to 72 so I could doze easy in a cooled EZ Breeze rocker, the fan spinning, and breathe easy, … Continue reading →

The noted scholar Israel ben Joseph, his mind always on the Holy Books, derailed himself by asking one question too many…… “If one is good, will not two be better?’ Wives. So, he had five. Two older than him for … Continue reading →

The Conservative, longingly, looks back to a time that was, in his mind, pristine, imaculate, but never existed. and works to bring it into the present. The Liberal, ever hopeful looks forward to a time, pristine, immaculate, that will never … Continue reading →

“…and I love my family… That being said….” is like the “but” midway in a conversation, for it’s what we say after the “but” that counts….. so, but, My Father was a Bronx boy, born and rye bread who wanted … Continue reading →