Author Archives: Ken Greenman

From the soil beneath the Most Holy Place, mixed with desert dirt, rises the protecting Golem of Israel. His war cry, “Israel is the Golem of the Jews! And I am the Golem of Israel!” He waits in the cellars … Continue reading →

through grey steel clouds cold rained-on-day “ONKH! ONKH!” Canada Geese far off, heading away again. And again, another day, distant echoes call. corn-stalk stumped tractor-tire pitted fields scour sky, can’t distinguish directions, locations, only far off becomings till, etched cross … Continue reading →

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 →