Author Archives: Ken Greenman

The poet is a gate-keeper who determines which womb-bound-poem is worth a birth. It’s a tricky job, choosing whether one should be born, at all, into a lifetime of mediocrity, flopping from the chute into a forgotten slot on some … Continue reading →

Poets are archaeologists of life. Down at the site, equipped with pen and paper for bristle brush and trowel, they extract sharp, shattered, scattered shards and calcified bone, fossils from our pasts, connecting us to a millennia of themes stretching … Continue reading →

As skin of my hands and wrists ages into the topography of crepe paper, I sadden as I approach the door, not so much for what it opens out to, (what is ahead is settled, karmic beyond my ken). Rather, … Continue reading →

Horatio: I loved him, of course. They make such a fuss about it, now. But what was not to love? Prince of a fellow, admirable in quality… A real piece of work. Certainly he could be, or not be, a … Continue reading →

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 →