Author Archives: Ken Greenman

Cheers! to all the supporting roles after the final scene: Lavinia, in her wacky distraction might have tossed the lot! So, thanks to the Writer for keeping her at her spot, up stage right, for two short beats prior to … Continue reading →

I enjoy doing my wife’s laundry whenever I do mine. I like it when the washer stops spinning so I can fling her silky, warm, wet undies into the dryer. And when everything is dry… (ever notice how likes attract … Continue reading →

My Father died young, 85, from complications after surgery- on his knee. Wait! What!! His knee? What’s up with that? Oh, don’t get me wrong! He came through the operation like a smooth torch song. On his new knee, if … Continue reading →

What a lovely little dollop of paradise! A cozy, quilt-covered cuddling with my lovely lady love, a blue-sky Sunday morning slumber before the Monday spike in the worlds heart rate buries this sweet moments gift under blankets of blood and … Continue reading →

I foresee centuries of shell-shocked saints, with that glazed, awed, gaze of the saved, wandering in paradise, newly attuned to heavens harmonies, amazed by the glowing glory of rainbow colors never imagined before, emanating from the Divinity at its core, … Continue reading →

What is a woman that a man is not? What is a man that a woman is not? Is it merely the differences nestled between their legs? Is it that she got a Barbie for her birthday and he got … Continue reading →

At last! The Ape rose from His knees, after millenniums of agonies struggling to control chaos, He knew what He had to create, slowly, over coming centuries: Certainties. Iron chain grids slid down over the murderous clan that was his … Continue reading →

Strings of sparklin’ silver lights luminate palm trees in the night. Short-sleeved carolers’ southern drawls sing send-ups to Bing Crosby, ” I’m dreamin’ of a White Christmas” (with not a hint of irony) wishin’ us, “Merry Christmas, Y’all!!” A blue … Continue reading →

I can’t wait for some future someone to uncover, in the huge garbage dump the earth will have become, the address label from my most recent New Yorker Magazine. Though faded and stained by the soot and soil it will … Continue reading →

There! And again, there! In an icy forests darkness, akin to blindness, or eyes squeezed shut for fear of something, stalking near, a flicker. Firefly? Fairy? Just ahead, a shape shifter glimmer floating forward or, as easily, circling me around … Continue reading →