Author Archives: Ken Greenman

….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 →

I a old enough (5 months until 73) to know how the idea of the ideal is supposed to look and feel and why the practical realities of living create the different is-ness-es of life’s pragmatic outcomes. I know steak … Continue reading →

I sit with my porch with a warm summer morning watching with the birds and squirrels as they feed from the suet and seed filled feeders. I eat my breakfast, an omelet with four jumbo eggs, a slice of swiss, … Continue reading →

The second greatest creation of all, the creation of a god by Gods own created who made their god in their own image and bowed down to themselves. Yet, standing beyond all this illusion is the Holy reality, He Himself, … Continue reading →