Author Archives: Ken Greenman

We are a network of neighborhoods of souls, connected since The Bang, (or Genesis). And that crotchety old man stumbling small steps on the sidewalk isn’t talking to himself. He’s not mumbling mush in his mind, though it might sound … Continue reading →

….does not inhabit the halls of power. Rather the power of the halls inhabits him. Slowly, at first, .like a subtle hint. Then, almost unnoticed, a wringing-out of heart. Then, as he acquiesces, gradually, his mind surrenders the pale memories … Continue reading →

…wears her love like she wears her rainbowed-silk-shawl. It drapes her and makes our world a glorious place in the eyes of her beholders. Beautifies it for those who gaze upon her. What a loss if somehow, some tragedy, a … Continue reading →

It is the last semester of his Senior year, so the young Christian boy is proud to see the TEN COMMANDMENTS hanging in the entry way of his high school…. (At Last!) The fruition of a battle within an unevenly … Continue reading →

I frighten me by my capacity for evil. Yesterday, I murdered a moth. As cold blooded as Richard Widmark pushing the wheel chaired old lady down the flight of stairs while he stares, grinning into the camera. I found the … Continue reading →

To forget the Grandfathers is to kill the dead, again. Without the ancestors, we are without compass. Not knowing from whence we came, we lose the sense of where we’re going. Even descending from some link to some Plymouth Rock … Continue reading →

Total ignorance is better than forming, too early, life-long-opinions based on a few, weak, incomplete ideas. The stubborn belligerence that became his way of life, his unsubstantiated proclamations against any alternatives, any resistance I mustered could only be scoffed at … Continue reading →

I’m sitting in a therapy chair between exercises to improve my balance. Here comes, down the hall, trudging slowly, pulling his therapist who’s holding an elastic cord tied to the fella’s waist, an old guy, like me, only his strength’s … Continue reading →

I’m sorry, Mr. Tolkien. Sorry, Mr. Caro. But I’m just too damn old. I don’t even buy green bananas or not yet ripe Bartlets any more. I haven’t the time to slog through so many “…words, words, words!” Verbosity, I … Continue reading →

Yeah? So what? So I pray! I’m a believer, so I pray! I’m a sinner, so I pray! Usually during my morning shower. You know, “Showers of blessings! / Showers of blessings we need!? Mercy drops round us are falling,/ … Continue reading →