Author Archives: Ken Greenman

Cherished quilts in her cedar chest. Autumn-Winter dresses in her closet. Medical books on her desk. Her stuff – without her. What can he do with all of it? Any of it? Can’t leave it there. Can’t sell it. Can’t … Continue reading →

That guy should not be mocked who, for fear of that last good-bye creates a heaven in his mind. “Honey? I’m going out to Wal-Mart. I’ll pick up some Cashew Milk and a frozen pizza for tonight. Need anything else?” … Continue reading →

Why Reunions? Well, they are for bringing hugs and tears from, to and for long lost friends, co-workers, students, pals, to renew long-past friendships…. Well, sorry. That’s bullshit. We, after 30, 50 years, really, hardly remember the body we embrace, … Continue reading →

Sabbath doesn’t MEAN anything. It’s not a metaphor for Holiness, nor a memorial for Creation or Liberation or Redemption. Sabbath, IS. Soul, Spirit, Sacred, wholly Holy in the physical universe. A sunset to sunset time of no time in our … Continue reading →

It used to be, when I got hard, I’d just pull off my pants. Now it’s just hard to pull my pants- off.

No matter how much I love you, and love to touch you, I will always desire to be with you more, tomorrow. No matter how fine it is to remember your hand in mine in September, it will always be … Continue reading →

When my Chileian friend shouted, “Quidado, Rubio! Es peligroso!” I got the idea she didn’t want me caught in the rip off that Antofagasta playa. But when the chimes chime for dinner in my backyard bird diner and my multi-feathered … Continue reading →

Even among all the multitudes of mysteries. The gold laced misty clouds. The joyous choir. The awe inspiring spirit of the Saints. The hardy, happy crowds of saved souls searching for their addresses in their new neighborhoods. The booming laughter … Continue reading →

Darlinda’s gyroscope was just a little crooked, maybe 5 or seven degrees off. So, she didn’t spin, exactly. She wobbled. Somehow, though, she managed to stay upright, blending a weird centripetal with an unpredictable centrifugal, resulting in the delightful, darling … Continue reading →

I slow wake to an early winter morning. The sky is sliding from a midnights’s dark, opaque into a low glow mist, as Gods fingers on todays reostat turn us towards the light. We keep our thermostat set low for … Continue reading →