Author Archives: Ken Greenman

They found, in a cigar box, ensconced in a cubby hole of my antique roll top desk, address labels from Roxanne Blvd. Highland, NY, where I no longer lived, having passed on to a, if not better place, at least … Continue reading →

I am a collector of artifacts. Of paintings by Thorn, Canino, Syvertsen. Of books. (Yes, printed, paper, books) arranged by subject or author or poet, Frost, Mosher, Dickinson, Ferguson, Bohjalian, war, cancer, African detective agencies… lined up in my book … Continue reading →

thank YOU for gentle mornings, waking to my wife’s warm arm lying across my chest, to the soft ripples-on-the-shore sound of her breathing, to the pleasure of the pressure of her breasts, in and out and in, out, on my … Continue reading →

When I was in college, my room mate called me “The Duck” for whenever we walked from the cafe to the dorm after choking on breakfast, I would feel the warning rumble in my gut, the prelude to a poop. … Continue reading →

Weary. Lost. Searching for surety in a life proving to be a labyrinth of un-predictability, I came upon a castle. It glowed golden with promise. Gates opened wide. Smiling watchman waving me their way. A mighty fortress was their fort. … Continue reading →

Emily is great because, she convention-s h a t t er ed! there-by creating new conventions which we need\ to….. shatter (!) {?] . un-intentional ly ? perhaps. but with her blessing, always!

do not crave anything but to achieve serenity. but do not crave even serenity. so achieve serenity, by craving nothing, not even serenity.

On those dark nights when mammon, loss and lifely pressures drag my mind to the wooden coffin they call, “the house of the lord”, “the mansion” he said he would,”go to prepare,” in those times I see it as the … Continue reading →

It’s such an easy task to hang three crystals the shape and size of ping-pong balls on the east facing windows of our cabin on the lake and watch the room wake, alive with glowing rainbow fairies, dancing, spinning on … Continue reading →

catch the cotton fish swimming in a sea-blue summer sky. wish for the circus-come-to-town day you hear your lover say, “Sugar! I love you more today than yesterday, I did!” Sigh back to your lover, “…and I you!”, lay you … Continue reading →