Author Archives: Ken Greenman

( 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 →

I am 74. My wife at 76 winks at me when the pretty sales girl takes my elbow and guides me all the way back to the Speedo-swim-suit section at Dick’s. After all, to her, I am elderly and it’s … Continue reading →

When he turned 60, my father told me, “It’s all over with me and women”. When he’d turned 55, he’d thought, “Get all you can now! Cause after 60, the fires cool! But,” he said, “I was a fool! Here … Continue reading →

Looking back while moving forward is a tricky enterprise… There are always more might’s and could’s have been’s than there are are’s and was’s… No use to pine about the road behind! More than enough sticky-out roots and loose rocks … Continue reading →

The memory always begins with the soft knocking on his door, blending with all the accumulation of desire, of wanting to be exactly where you are, and ignoring the nervous wondering about how awkward this might be, all the possible … Continue reading →

First, a disclaimer: I’m neither astrophysicist nor astronomer. I am not even an astrologer. (though there is more writ in the stars than our philosophy calls for, Horatio, Ol’ pal!) But, 60 MINUTES just gave us a peek into what … Continue reading →

What difference would it have made if my tearful Jewish Grandma (my slightly tipsy Grandpa listing beside her) had offered me a chance to choose on my thirteenth birthday and I chose to be Jewish while the Christian other half … Continue reading →