Author Archives: Ken Greenman

I know. It’s 60 degrees outside. I sat on the back deck at 4PM dressed in pants and a light shirt. The snow’s all gone. There’s a robin pecking the soil. But Mother’s a sly old bitch and we have … Continue reading →

Let me call you “Sweetheart”, I forgot your name… Early onset dementia is the thing to blame… So, please, let me call you “Sweetheart”, It’s the only thing you can do. For I’m so sorry, “Sweetheart”, but, I can’t remember … Continue reading →

IQ is proportional to proximity to idiots. The closer, the lower. Stupid, ignorant fools swirl in whirlpools, black holes, sucking away, point by point, intelligence. The further one flees from screwballs, the more points are added to the score. Run … Continue reading →

…like that kitten my wife, Nancy, found on the back porch one freezing winter night 5 years ago, when the moon and stars sparkled on the icicles hanging from the roof. A feisty tiger who chases cloth birds and cat-nipped … Continue reading →

I operate an amusement park on the back deck of our house. Chimes do double duty as sliding poles for squirrels, with an obstacle course of chain-swung feeders, sunflower seeds at the bottom. Flickers flit, feeder to feeder, dodging spinners … Continue reading →

The Faith I left behind was not reduced to rubble, but streamlined, having sloughed off all the iron filagree irrelevant to salvation. It did not sulk in a distant past, rather, using its new shape and stealth, sped, unseen, ahead … Continue reading →

“Momma!” “What, Baby Girl?” “There are roses in a vase down here in the cellar!” “Really.” “Yes! On the little table in their new bedroom Poppa built!” “Well, don’t touch them. They’re Mima’s. Poppa bought them for her.” “Why?” “It’s … Continue reading →

OK. So it’s cold outside. But the North heading, South-West setting sun was shinning and I needed to go out to sit a while, to get away, (before I started yelling,) before night fall and the next blast of wintery … Continue reading →

I live at the end of the road. In the house we built right after our honeymoon, almost fifty years ago. My driveway starts at the the opening in a post and split rail fence surrounding my property. It stretches … Continue reading →

When I was twenty, because there were millions of moments out there ahead of me, I paid no attention to a mere fluttering of a flock of doves. But, now, because I am, as my 70 year old, much loved … Continue reading →