Author Archives: Ken Greenman

For the last month, Elizabeth, my muse, has been on leave. Hell! She deserves it, inspiring me, for years as she has. She caught a zephyr to Greece to dig among the ruins for archetypes, to search Aegean shores for … Continue reading →

Each baby born is the resultant child of all that’s happened since God said, “Let the Big-Bang begin!” Every baby born is bequeathed a boon at birth. That boon: The genetic predisposition towards a glorious-eternal-destiny, guaranteed!!! How else could it … Continue reading →

Whenever I flush, I say, “Good-bye, me!” to the remains of, for instance, last nights crab-cake supper. You see, that IS me, whirl pooling around at the bottom of the commode but, a no-longer-useful-part-of-me, just stuff, devoid of vitamin-C, minerals, … Continue reading →

We make our bed each morning, our daily ritual. The litergy goes back to our beginnings. Pillow-case patterns parallel each other in perfect unison. Bed-spread, folded back, just so. The razor-edge of quilt tucked back beneath the mattress like Marines … Continue reading →

I’m taking the liberty of using the license granted to poet and poetry to expand upon that allegory of the actor who runs onto the stage screaming, “Fire! Fire! The theatre is on fire! Grab the hoses! Use the water! … Continue reading →

The scent of my wife is a natural blend: .Two sprays of Este’ Lauder. .Four tea spoons of lavender. .Ninety-four cups of life. My love for her is laced with Youth Dew and what youth do, we still do, as … Continue reading →

Around 2 AM Greenwich Village time, he’d arrive at Reggio’s on McDougal Street, one block south of the southwest corner of Washington Square Park where young junkies and old Jews played speed chess in the dark and prepared for the … Continue reading →

Too many poets write god – poorly, shrouded in obscurity, make obscurity a god. Then read their garbled gospel to the multitude on the Mount, only to fail and resort to whining angst. Why struggle to put to poetry a … Continue reading →

In my back yard, there’s a strip of lawn, ten feet wide, fifty feet long. It’s a feeding zone where, during the years Nancy and I have lived here, we have fed the birds and animals suet, meley-worms, black-oil-sunflower-seeds, sugar-water, … Continue reading →

I’m offering a suggestion to help you become a better runner in the human race to get laid: Create a long menu of delicious breakfasts. – A dozen different omelettes . (Shrimp and crap with mushrooms and Swiss is one … Continue reading →