Author Archives: Ken Greenman

I know! This is just a Florida lanai! I am just visiting. But, please, allow me this vision. As I doze comes sunset. A gray mist rises from the pool, fogging my view of beige tile roof tops transforming them … Continue reading →

Faster than I thought It’d ever happen to me, I’ve wandered into the world of the elderly. At 73, 10 to 15 more years is a good bet for me. Genetics and healthy life will moderate the whiling away of … Continue reading →

I “Hello there, Beautiful! Here’s a few questions for you!” How much of what you are is owed to beauty? How much is not? When you’re no longer in the spot, (since you’re preceived to be “light”) what will you … Continue reading →

Oh! How deep the current of somnolence rises with the tide to soft slumber, to easy awakening in an early Springs cool mornings sepia shaded bedroom. Sun filters through linen-lace curtains. Fleece blankets caress, warmed by and warming my body. … Continue reading →

He steps from the screened porch at 4:06 PM, just before the birds fly in to feed. The feeders he filled early this morning are calling them, tempting them beyond their capacity for reluctance. His presence, sitting on a molding, … Continue reading →

Ya see? I want my money’s worth so when I buy a book, say in my “wise-fool” year of college because my professor said to “read it!” and it teaches me something I didn’t know, confirms something I wasn’t sure … Continue reading →

Pray only under a clear night sky to see in the depths of the stars, how far off and away stretches the ever expanding responsibilities of God. Pray not beneath that limiting canopy of days blue sky, that cocoon enclosing … Continue reading →

You’ve heard of it. Dark Matter. Makes up 93.8% of the universe, but Science doesn’t know what it is. I Know! It is Evil. (not as modifier, rather noun) always growing… I mean we don’t seem to be getting kinder, … Continue reading →

There is no farewell like a good bowel movement. Good sex leaves you panting for more, soon! A good book will lead to a second read. Travel in Spain leads to travel in France. A 4-Star chefs dinner’ is always … Continue reading →

Travels done. Holy Days accomplished. Gifts unwrapped. Suitcases emptied. Dirty clothes washed, dried, hung in the closet, folded in the dresser drawers Time, at last, to sit! No, not at the dinning room table. Not at my roll-top desk. Not … Continue reading →