Author Archives: Ken Greenman

An old song says, “…I ain’t got long to stay here….”. but I feel no haste to “…steal away, steal away home…”. For mine is the hot flow of warm love between my darling wife and I, the bell tone … Continue reading →

Where should the gentleman walk as he escorts his lady? The old wags say it’s “Gentleman to the curb” to block the splash from muddy streets, to protect her from horse hoof spray, (ever a danger on our streets today). … Continue reading →

The art before the art. The practise through which the poet uncovers all the sizes and shapes of poetry… as my brilliant grand daughters architectural instinct espresses itself in beautiful, breath taking sand castles dotting the tide line of our … Continue reading →

The Son and His Father played catch in the park outside the Pearly Gates. The angels joined in for a lark! See the Son at short-stop, the Father, on first. Gabriel at third, keeping up the chatter, “No Batter! No … Continue reading →

In my Fathers house were many women. If it were not so, I wouldn’t need to tell. That includes my Mother, for a brief stint, twenty five years, give or take. I mean, after all, I am here as is … Continue reading →

I knew it – when I couldn’t wear the same pajamas from between our seven-fishes-Christmas Eve through presents and ham and cheese on Christmas Morning through Christmas Day Eve when Poppa and Nana and Mima and Pops slept over, had … Continue reading →

With the precision of the Queens Guards at Buckingham, each evolving generation changes the time honored uniforms of the red-coated-beaver-hatted-protectors into a fashion it can live with and yet, still believe in. Pity those who blindly depend upon the discarded … Continue reading →

By Faith, the Harlot Rahab became the essence of purity of which the world has not, even yet, become worthy like the Baptist of his Messiah, of retying the laces of her red, silk-lace, negligee, revealing her alluring breasts and, … Continue reading →

Applaud a merely plausible miracle, say, Life, since all its basic components float around us, snowflakes in a blizzard, making it almost inevitable that, in this rick-o-shaying pinball cosmos, they should meet at the same moment in the same microscopic … Continue reading →

Having lived my allotted three score and ten, looking back becoming a comfortable habit while looking forward adds urgency to each mornings awakenings, I could well live with the assurance of one score more, even another, if Science grows accommodating … Continue reading →