Author Archives: Ken Greenman

…not even our overwhelllming, overwheeeening preeeeeeening human hubris would call for a cosmic announcement of our species demise. The eradication of our race, in an, almost, unintended, suicide, won’t create even a remote echo through the hallowed, hollowed halls of … Continue reading →

As we are so sick, the only cure for our disease is the willingness to offer, as side effect, a death, by remedy. We own no choice. No chancy roll of dice. No last moment reprieve. No denying-out-of-existence, the inevitable. … Continue reading →

Gods goal: The redemption of my soul. Yet, my denial stops in Its tracks the Power that drives the Universe! Gods gift: My will, is the stone too heavy for Him to lift. How amazing, this! Even my exponential SINNING … Continue reading →

All right! Enough, already, this profligate squander of luxury! Todays duties demand I rise, brush diamond star dust from my eyes, arm myself for skirmish. Time again, tonight, cosseted in moonlight, to balance the days travails with the joy of … Continue reading →

Timmy and Tommy, identical twins, brotherlikebrother, went to the masquerade ball as the other! Surprise!!! Both won first prize.

He went to the masquerade maskless. He won! No one could guess who he was.

I use’d ta be able ta’ do lots ‘a what I ain’t able no more ta’ do! But I still cn’ do som’ a’ what I use’ ta do wid’ a modicum of success! So’s, I does.

It starts with a choice, planted, mixed with a mustard seed: choose to believe in something else, something other, possessing – -INTENT – and then to give IT the power to implement -INTENT- and then to taste and see whether … Continue reading →

770 POEMS ARE BEING SORTED INTO A DOZEN SELF-PUBLISHED, THEMATICALLY TITLED BOOKLETS WHICH WILL BE SOLD AT A FEW STORES AND ART SHOPS AROUND SOUTHPORT, NC, (MAYBE)… AND TODAY, FOR NO SPECIFIC REASON, THIS BLOG BEGINS AGAIN WITH # 1. … Continue reading →

Why did anxiety wake me this morning? Is it a dearth of faith I believe in? Is it twists in my gut I’ve grown fond of? Have I let go of the Love that has lead me? Have I turned … Continue reading →