Author Archives: Ken Greenman

Picture me, a scuba diver, tank strapped to my back, deep-dived-down among rainbow coral and flashing-by-fast-fish. There I am, submerged in that wet world… Now! (Just for the hell of it!) change the slide. Picture me a believer in soul … Continue reading →

An infinity before me and an infinity before me. Yes! “Before me” as in “In front of” and “Before me” as in , “Back then, a long way back but not like when I wasn’t , but when I wasn’t … Continue reading →

Ya know, I’ve tried to decipher some other poets poetry but can’t. It seems to me they strive to make a goddess of obscurity! Why must poems be writ like puzzles with missing pieces to defy even the wisest puzzle … Continue reading →

Life is the terrible war in which everyone dies. But you might win anyway, facing the beast bravely, screaming your truth, ,at least once, to the one you love lying together in your muddy, bloody foxhole, guns blazing against the … Continue reading →

I don’t much believe in Christology anymore…. though for a lifetime, (so far) it felt like an arm-in-arm stroll with an old friend in the night. He, watching for pot-holes in the street. Me, side stepping debris from seasonal changes … Continue reading →

Ya never know when, exactly. But comes a balanced moment where, equal librium achieved, your highest point reached and suddenly, life is one foot, two, ten, twenty feet lower than your personal best and you just, know, you have less- … Continue reading →

Here I am! Counting the rising and ebbing, 72 years, 11 months, and 1 day into it. 5′ 11” tall. (I used to be 6′ 1”) 232 pounds, (some of it over weight) Missing a few 1000 strands of hair … Continue reading →

My wife chuckled, (Leave it to her that I love her!) when she heard me say to the husband of our dinner guests, “I need some help getting up”, my wheeled walker having rolled just out of reach… (I’d slipped … Continue reading →

A way of knowing is the choice to believe there is a realm beyond, as real and rough as Redwood bark, as strong as Hazels wind. But frail, bending, bowing to the choosing. Without, that realm is beyond our sensing. … Continue reading →

(To be sung to the tune of ODE TO JOY) At one time they were the heroes Oh! How now we scorn them so! Black and Brown and Red and Yellow push back from their CASTE below! Myths de-mythed and … Continue reading →