Author Archives: Ken Greenman

Voyager celebrates today her 40th year in flight from billions of miles out in interstellar space. In 40 more years, not having slowed: ten miles a second! she will be billions more. But I can catch her still, for the … Continue reading →

I grow old. My teeth chew sand to say it, like Quints fingernails across that chalk board. I said,”I grow old.” Not “I’m getting older”. That’s for a 17 year old to say as he stretches for the day he … Continue reading →

When my mind caught up to my body I began to choose my fate, and I choose the “small and narrow” for my road to Heavens gate. But before to long I felt it, that sirens call I’d hear and … Continue reading →

Mother, brought up, trapped, between her Irish-Catholic Father who abused by never caring and her careless, Norwegian-Adventist Mother for whom Mom was, at best, a nuisance, learned a little from the secret whispers among the women in the shops and … Continue reading →

the little lost boys who remember what couldn’t have happened, but did, that, like little boys are to wanton, predator priests: they fuck us for their sport, I remember, now, there on the dock on City Island, on Long Island … Continue reading →

Protect us not, O’ God from the vigor of Your blessings. Buffet us with the wind of Your Word. Drown us in Your laughter’s joyous tears. Astound us with Your power through all our earth-bound years. Then, coffined in ever … Continue reading →

I remember. I remember what I remember. Science is discovering how I remember. But, why, do I remember ? Why do I remember her saying, “I will be your holy virgin and your whore.” ? Why do I remember, instantly, … Continue reading →

In the good old days, when dauntless sailors knew the earth was flat, on the tattered edges of explorers maps was frightened writ: “There be dragons here!” But now we know our planet’s round. There be no fringe on earth … Continue reading →

May the Spirit use Her alchemy to make your orisons, diamonds, lavished at the feet of Divinity. May the Spirit use Her alchemy to make your praise songs, strings of golden threaded pearls draping the red velvet arm rests of … Continue reading →

I know where every bathroom is in every Lowes, Sunoco, Shop Rite and Pizza Hut in a thirty mile radius from my recliner. I know my daily dose of Tamsulosin is not always effective and that the typical rumbling timpani … Continue reading →