Author Archives: Ken Greenman

Do you think we’ll poop in paradise? And will it smell? Or does it only stink in hell? And what about pee? Will there be enough of what used to be me to frequently, “Have to go right now!!” Even … Continue reading →

I never have to sit too long for something to happen between the tree line of our wood lot and the dozen bird feeders hanging from shepherd crooks in the back of our back yard. Today, I scrubbed out a … Continue reading →

My mind is an old, oaken, roll-top-desk. A real antique. Not some clap-board reproduction. With pigeon holes, little sliding drawers and a long, narrow, junk-drawer, the catch-all for everything else that fits, and a locked safe and a file box … Continue reading →

I’d like my legs to be a bit more spry and my ears to hear soft sighs. But I’ll take whatever I can get until the day I die.

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 →