Author Archives: Ken Greenman

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 →

At last we’ve won the sought-for-joys that any man would crave. And we were right when we fought the fight till the bloody owners caved. Now we have a fiddler and a caller our songs to call so with-your-arms held … Continue reading →

PROPHESY: The prophet must prophesy with the vaguest, most generalized applicability possible. Specificity, always the enemy of prophesy. Creating anticipation never actualized, this the prophets goal. Thus he is never wrong, and always employed. RAGE: must always be tactical, never … Continue reading →

If you’ve read my poems, you know I have the joy of feeding birds in a back-yard–fast-food-free-fly-zone of shepherds crooks, hung with suet holders, stuffed and Droll Yankee Spinners filled with black oil sun flower seeds. It’s a hobby. More, … Continue reading →

Happy are they for whom vocation is avocation., who neither strain nor toil, rather who play in peace in the fields of the world, who take no vacation for they feel no fatigue, know no drudgery- only quest and the … Continue reading →

Russian Grand Master, Nicholas Russelimo, played 10 games at a time in Washington Square Park. If he lost, he’d give his opponent a buck. If he won, the guy gave him a buck. If they played to a draw, no … Continue reading →

….or as Hamlet says, “Words, words, words.” There was a time, Shakespeare’s, actually, when The Virgin was called “silly”, when a man who desired men was called “faggot”. Then “silly” evolved to “special” and “faggot” became “gay” and if you … Continue reading →