Author Archives: Ken Greenman

“It is good mankind meets to talk of toilet seats. For there are laws, unwritten, but nevertheless, laws. And, no, beloved, you had no part in their making…. but, nevertheless… Avoid your wife’s frown. If you must stand, lift it … Continue reading →

(I read a love poem, dedicated to my wife, to a group of poets, most of whom were women. When I finished reading, one of the women cried out, “I want my husband to write a poem like that to … Continue reading →

I get it! It takes years to grow old but only a moment to know it. One night, you go to bed with your wife and the whole rest of your life as usual, stretches out before you, day after … Continue reading →

“Yes! Yes! Little one. I know. There is always so many chores! Yes, we must sweep the porch. Yes, the dishes must be washed, those pots and pans scoured and hung on the hooks. Yes, we have to drag that … Continue reading →

“I had a visit yesterday with my doctor cause I can’t bend no more at the waist or knees without I keep on headin’ South. Have to hold to the bathroom door or the god-damn bed post whilst doin’ battle … Continue reading →

As you see, this is poem #1-1-3-3. Yes! I’ve written lots of them. (I know! I know! quantity will never guarantee quality!) and truth to tell, I jiggled those last few numbers just to get that rhyme with “3”! But … Continue reading →

Mary had a little lamb. Thus the manger became the birthplace of salvation. The cows, the sheep, the donkey who bore the Virgin to Bethlehem all, were ever the only earthy witnesses to Incarnation. The angels, Gods dulas’ in that … Continue reading →

I know no better way to live than to spend my life with you. I know no better laughter than that, mixed in raucous joy, with yours. I know no better place to lie than in your warm embrace. I … Continue reading →

In the late afternoon on the 4th of July, Maria Rodriguez and Charles Foxworthy stood before The Right Reverend James Wentworth and Father Haroldo Perozo SJ to proclaim their Declaration of Interdependence. In front of friends and family they mutually … Continue reading →

The view through the back window, behind the pine pew and the elders chairs, holds more than mere memory. It’s that old Live Oak does it. Its thinner branches whisper like moaning ghosts in midnight breezes. Right convenient it was, … Continue reading →