Author Archives: Ken Greenman

The black spiders carcass is stuck in the corner made by the joining of the wall and the ceiling. Some how it sticks there in the luxury of our walk-in-shower, its mausoleum, made of gray tile embossed by a taupe … Continue reading →

Three widows and two wives with their husbands sit at their table, (Number 15 of 18) eating Italian food. The men talk golf. The widows talk death. The wives swallow hard. SAINT TERESA’S BI-ANNUAL-KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS-“TASTE OF ITALY”-DINNER! (Raising contributions … Continue reading →

I was always leaving just as I was arriving. Sometimes, I didn’t even have a place to be from. But I never missed myself as both of me passed, in opposite directions, through the revolving door. The timing was that … Continue reading →

My natural depth-perception is non-existant due to monocular vision caused by a medical mishap during pre-mature birth. So, when I was a kid, any small-ball sport was totally beyond my ability. So, recess was a crucible of embarrassment. Because, we … Continue reading →

Nancy, my willowy wife, is a lovely, tall lady, nearly six feet when we wed. Shorter now, as am I, but not by much, and there, still, is her road, near twenty inches long, two of my hand spans, a … Continue reading →

Once Florence flooded and wrecked us in Carolina and fled the scene of her crime to plant a wet kiss on the North and East, there came the forces of fix and restoration. I’d done my bit, trimming and quartering … Continue reading →

In our “Oh! So posh!” retirement and golf plantation down here in the golden beach and surf dappled south-eastern corner of North Carolina, a new arrival of dubious origin desired an ornament for the lawn of his new house, a … Continue reading →

What a lovely hue for a sky! Startling Carolina Blue bordered by whip-cream-white cumulus, slate-gray remnants drifting away, North. (Yeah! Give them damn Yankees a taste of our medicine!) All that humidity drenching the air evaporates as if never there. … Continue reading →

During our years together, I’ve witnessed her become a richer beauty. A smoother, fuller, warmer, kinder vision, emanating, more now, from within. As time reshapes her form, my eyes grow more accustomed to her light. I begin to understand that … Continue reading →

Our grand-kids left at 5:AM. Their Momma, my step-daughter, Cara, single-mom, tough as melting nails, drove down here, a fourteen-hour jaunt from the Hudson Valley, two days ago (with a friend… 🙂 to drive them back home today. She’s got … Continue reading →