Author Archives: Ken Greenman

Divinity abides in the center of my soul, in that core where, as Jehovah in the Sinai bush, it burns, but does not consume. And when my obsolete, extraneous members made of blood and bone and piss disolve, after that … Continue reading →

That brief moment between sleep and waking when a glorious dream is fading fast, past remembering and even in the dim memory of it it feels as though I will never be as happy… And the growing sorrow, as I … Continue reading →

How do I hold on to a moment – in a place – with a person – locked in the fading memory of a dream? A place I’ve never been. A person I’ve never known. A moment I’ve never lived. … Continue reading →

I’ve aged to that perilous moment when my peers are passing on! And I just got word a dear old friend has died. I guess I’ve reached well passed the danger of dying before my time and each heart beat … Continue reading →

“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 →