Author Archives: Ken Greenman

When did the sand in the hour glass cease to be my benefactor, blessing me with bounties, boons made by simply me becoming me, balanced by the running out of time? A first truth about life, discovered but unsought at … Continue reading →

Just because you’re in Special Ed. don’t mean you can’t get a Regents diploma. Dat’s what dey told me. My special Ed teacher, Ms. T. (she’s in the room I goes to for extra help) and the Aid-lady, Mrs. Milano, … Continue reading →

I live in an olderly community. We all grouse about the aches we share. “It’s fair,” I declare. “They’re the fare we pay for the air along the way.”

First, to get a bothersome, tangential issue out of the way, you can have your own say on whether you choose boxers, whitey-tighties or bikinis… (If you want your balls squeezed to the point of pain from your morning post-shower … Continue reading →

Earle introduces himself, steps through my open door, shakes my hand. His grip, to me, feels like a solid red brick. I say, “Hi! My name’s Ken!” He’s here to install a new-no-tub-stand-up-shower in my bathroom so I don’t need … Continue reading →

He hurt you! Yes. You’re hurt. Innocent, but in pain, you hear his plea for forgiveness. You weigh your options. You think, “I’ll think about it.’ And you do. You teeter-totter in your brain, ” …but he hurt me. But … Continue reading →

No! This is not an ode to some tree pointing, skyward, toward some divinity I will never see. Nor is it an answer to the conundrum of a tree falling in a forest, alone, so is there noise? (Of course … Continue reading →

Normal folk see trees. Poets, similes. And really, in or out of doors, normal folk see whatever’s there, Poets, metaphors.

… so, of course, it’s time for new breaks so’s I don’t keep rollin’ on whenever I try to stop. Maybe I need new wipers so’s I can see clearly through the raindrops and bug gut streaks on the windshield. … Continue reading →

All this time, we’ve been writing our history – going in the wrong direction! The Hawaiians got here first, from the Great Western Sea and they followed the currents of the rivers and lakes all the way to the mystery … Continue reading →