Author Archives: Ken Greenman

A soft summer morning. No shimmer in the lake. No stirring in the leaves. I explode the ordered weave of the universe by dewebbing a captive butterfly, leaving mommy spider and her babies to starve. A speckled yellow butterfly snared … Continue reading →

The Beerkill. Step out from the shore one yard, it’s two feet deep. Three steps further out, no bottom. But what if you dive from the stern or you leap from the gunnels? You may discover the edge of a … Continue reading →

My nine years old granddaughter, all seventy slender, determined pounds of her, full of moxie and grit and giggles and kindness, having just learned how to breathe in this new element, is, for her first time, stroking, kicking and splashing … Continue reading →

I love that I can do the things I love to do even though I can’t do the things I love to do like I used to do the things I love to do, still.

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!