Author Archives: Ken Greenman

Three buddies in a locker room. We’re regulars at the gym. We’ve known each other for years. We know where the others work, whether married, how many times, what the first one did that was so terrible, the weather on … Continue reading →

I woke this morning, startled by the whimpers. I rose, stumbled to my desk to erase two poems, still-born, I’d thought, laying prone on the slab, waiting post-poem autopsy. I wondered. Perhaps a little slice here, a last minute transplant … Continue reading →

“Good afternoon, Mr. Ken! This is Sally-Jean at Dr. Vaughn’s office! The Doctor would like you to come in, early tomorrow morning – if you can. There have been some – developments…” Oh! Dear Lady! Can you know the soft … Continue reading →

who is this doppelganger the poet stumbles over as he cris-crosses between his worlds – from her – to that other love – from that gentle air conditioned life – to that steamy fecund swamp sucking him into itself – … Continue reading →

I pray to pass my years so at my time of death I’m enjoying the time of my life.

Abu Ben Norman, may his tribe increase, awoke one… day in the deep, safe, niche of rapier sarcasm he had honed on the hides of the bullies who had abused him in middle-school with taunts and shoves in the halls … Continue reading →

I will swear submission to your domination so you may forego linen ties and tight-knotted cords. For you, I will clutch the head posts of our canopied bed, smiling behind my cower, while you lavish your power over me, if, … Continue reading →

Was the first grunt a pronoun: “I-” “You-” “Us-” “Them-” ? or was it a verb: “sit.” “rest.” “speak.” “um….fuck?” (hope has always sprung eternal in the hearts of man 🙂 ? Then, from that first word, who aped the … Continue reading →

I am no saint. Instead, lately, I’ve been nurturing a budding intolerance for guilt. Heavens howling hound, knowing sin shreds the silken fabric draping heavens throne, wounds his Masters hopeful, Holy heart, (yet is so human an option,) dug the … Continue reading →

Retaining relational regularity requires rhythmic repetition. Practice. Keep the BPM steady. Don’t push to hard. You might fall on your face and lose your race. Maintain a constant pace. And, kiss your lover, night and morning, just in case. .