Author Archives: Ken Greenman

Like the drowsy, still-almost-asleep man who rouses himself from his bed, stumbles into his bathroom, pisses, flushes, splashes water from the tap onto his face to clear his head of cobwebs, to awaken himself, to spur himself into the day, … Continue reading →

Since my pacemaker install and Eloquis regimen, I cold easily. Used to be my wife would, shivering, snuggle up to me beneath the covers for a midnight warming. Now, she is the oven in the bed. Often, even a single … Continue reading →

North Carolina, mid-winter, mid morning, Carolina blue sky, a gentle cold in the air. I sit, still and quiet among the just filled bird-feeders in my back yard. Sitting motionless in the crispness is a cheap price to pay for … Continue reading →

I don’t need to die to fly off to the Kingdom. It’s in my back yard among the bird feeders. While I sit on the white metal folding chair, comoflagued by the bushes on the fringes our wood lot, they … Continue reading →

Two rainbow striped umbrellas, well anchored in the sand, opened wide, creating a cooling circle in the sun. Two rainbow striped chairs, partially reclined, empty now. On two low plastic tables set beside the chairs waited two cups holding frosty … Continue reading →

Grandpa owned a print shop just off Bleeker, near Canal. Four antique, (even back then!) vertical letter presses in a space the size of my current living room! After he walked across the border between Canada and America, to finish … Continue reading →

Christmas week begins with todays Sabbath shower of Holiness. (Thank you Abraham Joshua) A week of memorial reparticipation in the arrival of the Re-creator, the birth of Redemption, a world illuminated by the extraordinary light of the Redeemers appearance, this … Continue reading →

When I can no longer bend my body far enough to wipe the residual shit away and have no hose-hooked-shower-head to bidet off the little dangling dingleberries stuck to my anus hairs, comes the memory of Willie A, my college-dorm … Continue reading →

My wife and I make our bed every morning, our liturgy in a ritualized worship of order. I know! It’s not like there’s gonna be a stream of visitors to our rumpus room. The bed police are not setting up … Continue reading →

In a plastic, weekly, pill holder, (compartments labeled M…T…W… and so forth), are all the vitamins, minerals and dietary supplements I take from day to day. For convenience sake, I swallow Fish-Oil, Saw Palmetto, and Vitamin E in gel form … Continue reading →