Author Archives: Ken Greenman

at last again the trumpets of gathering geese so early in dawn’s mist so early in summer’s heat already the stirrings deep in the hearts, “Come on! Come on! We’re going! We’re gone!” Early morning rehearsal of the great tide … Continue reading →

I LOVE MY WIFE. And there are moments in our life I don’t like. One is the making of the bed. Yes, we are obsessive about the need for neat in the morning enterprises. So, at every rising, we team … Continue reading →

Once upon a time, when I was four I sat on the potty-seat pooping while Daddy shaved. When I finished, I stood up, stared between my legs, then looked up to Daddy and asked, “How can so much shit come … Continue reading →

….cuts both ways. Allows us to know. …to experience the beauty and wonder all around us. To feel the joy of a touch. To understand the meaning behind the words. To cherish living. And, in the same breath, teaches us … Continue reading →

Darkness comes to a humid Summer evening. My wife and I, lounging on the screened back porch, listen to the frogs as a heavy August rain begins to fall. Ground frogs and anole call to each other from behind storm … Continue reading →

I pray in the curtained tub for a drip from the showers of blessings, for no more than a mere mercy drop falling. I sense, at best, a listening from somewhere else. At worst, I hear myself, talking alone in … Continue reading →

Do Mr. and Mrs. Dove ever fight? I mean, they mate for life, right? How long do doves live? Thirty years, maybe? One year can feel like forever sometimes, depending on who you’re with, you know what I mean…. Is … Continue reading →

Prophesy is childs play. Simply peruse the past! Always has the Bully stalked, from tyranasurus too the tyrant Calligula too those 20th century champs, Adolph and Joe. Who will rise to the bait this century remains to be seen. (Vlad … Continue reading →

We have ass- fucked our children with the same lovingly crass intentions with which our parents, (that greatest generation) fucked us, only we won’t be there when that catastrophic-climatological-climax, building-up from a century of intergenerational rape finally erupts. We get … Continue reading →

The 50year old lady behind the deli counter slicing the beef with a gleam in her eye is sought for what she’s done and knows. The little girl jumping rope to the chanted pounding on the sidewalk is sought for … Continue reading →