Author Archives: Ken Greenman

It’s on no whim I check the pulse-rate flashing on my wrist as I swim. There are motives for counting BPM: Hubris: Damn man! You’re pushing 70 and your heart’s beating JUST 100 as you free-style your hour in the … Continue reading →

The myth is, there are many possible paths. But truly, there is only the one I could have taken to be here, now. Yes, of course, a diverging path, (I say with a sigh, thanks, Mr. Frost for stopping by!) … Continue reading →

Who was I to wash up on your class room door, December, 1954? I’d just turned six. A victim of systemic gerrymander in The Bronx school districts completely unequipped to control battalions of Boomer Babies born since The Boys came … Continue reading →

Sure. It’s inevitable. I’m pushing seventy. Some sixty years back, I sat in the ink-welled-desked-class-rooms of seven strict, old-school Irish school teachers at P.S. 17, City Island, on the north-east-salt-water-border of The Bronx. Old ladies by then. Some, at least … Continue reading →

…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.