Author Archives: Ken Greenman

When I was a baby, My Mommy loved me. And she always would. When I was a toddler, My Daddy did too. And he always would. And, there were these: When I was a teen I became their lying “go-between” … Continue reading →

Through the big bay window in my bedroom, sun-light shimmers, filtered through gauzy cotton curtains onto window seat cushions. Through my west-east-south facing back bedroom bay window rainbows float across the berber carpet, climb to my bed, bathe me in … Continue reading →

Holy floats, Alone, filling, yet beyond, space and place, unrestricted by times steady, measured pace, unbuttressed by beam or stone or Writ, unconfined by human minds flimsy constraints, Free to blow where It chooses, to caress who ever She desires, … Continue reading →

That the functions of my body might turn against me! Leave me, fetal clutched, buried in bed. At the bottom of every breath hides a trap ready to trip, to wrap its iron claws tight-round my lungs. When every step … Continue reading →

Coffee-up! Cigarette-down! Caffine-Nicotine-Caffine-Nicotine…. up-down-up-down-up-down… etc. Ahhh! At last! a-parallel-to-the-ground-sea-saw! a-balanced-scale…. OMMMMMM. But, I want to quit smoking. (but I love my coffee! my world won’t wake without my morning coffee break.. sometimes three!!! sometimes four!!!! sometimes more!!!!!!!!!!!!) I’m trying to … Continue reading →

The slaughtered, sacrificial Lamb, risen! The Coming Comforter, now come! The Prince of Peace who brings a sword, stands at the front of the long battle line. Behind Him, His angelic army and His holy, sainted warriors, armed to the … Continue reading →

I have a second-cousin-once-removed. We share splotches of DNA. I know a few dots of his life: He’s Navy-retired, father-of-three. His Father was my Mothers cousin who I called my “Uncle Mickey”. When I was ten, in ’58, my family … Continue reading →

Mr. Alex was ancient. A little, bald, Polish nome, scurrying around behind the counter of his soda shop, scooping ice-cream from the freezer, making malteds or, for just ten cents, the best egg-creams in the world. Scotch-taped on the walls … Continue reading →

He was a gentle, old, Jew. He owned the kosher deli on the corner of 83d Street and 4th Avenue, just two blocks from our Brooklyn apartment building. I would ask Augie to “walk-me” when Mom sent me to buy … Continue reading →

What does being 72 mean that being 22 doesn’t? Well, one thing, certainly! It means I am well out of danger of dying before my time! So I better have had the time of my life before the time of … Continue reading →