Author Archives: Ken Greenman

1 There may be a line, but it’s porous as a colander, between a concrete now and a moments conscious dream. I love best the dream times, when wren’s song is angel choir, a luxurious linger in a morning embrace, … Continue reading →

At sunset on this sixth day, God shines His beacon, tempting us to memory of His glory, in which, some grand time in His future, all will bathe again, as all did before the Fall. But then, there, all are … Continue reading →

A: Aaron, Adam, age, aging, actors, acting, animals, Autumn, ash, Aunt ape, Auchwitz, Atlantic, angels, apples, Anglican, aka, Alexander, B: beach, birds, Bible, Bambi, Blackfish, Bronx, Boston, Brooklyn, beaver, Brenda, Brenna, Brandon, Buddy, Birth, ben Laden, Bible,(use specific name ie: … Continue reading →

After 40 years of ovulation, insemination, gestation, labor, finally, at the click of a key, birth. 579 poems and counting, push from their spiral note book womb onto A BLOG! Available to anyone! To be critiqued, dismissed,ignored, missed completely!!?? My … Continue reading →

Mother hated every man she ever loved. Including me, her only son. That built some rough speed bumps on to the road to matrimonial and parental bliss. A life time of self defense against a father who abandoned, a husband, … Continue reading →

“Oh feces!” “What the intercourse!” “Divinity curse it!” Doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue, does it. When we need something sharp, we don’t use a spoon, we reach for a razor. Yes, there are moments when, if not appropriate in … Continue reading →

We enter a cathedral at sun set. Smell the incense? Diving into Holiness. Drawing deep breaths in the depths. Buoyed prayers, as bubbles, rise through the sacredness of the seventh day sea. Then, at next sun set, wine becomes water … Continue reading →

I’ve acted, community theatre, hobby, fun, creative, intense. The Devil in THE DEVIL AND DANIEL WEBSTER. Ammundson in TERRA NOVA. The old man in PRELUDE TO A KISS. Sir Toby Belch In TWELFTH NIGHT. I’ve directed, community theatre, hobby, fun, … Continue reading →

New York isn’t a city. It’s a quilted tapestry of neighboring pieces bordered in blacktop stitches sewn first by native hands, then the hands of early colonial quilters continuing on into some future when the last bee is finished, the … Continue reading →

Jacob Marley was dead. Dickens was sure. But the book was so short, he could not get the whole of it. Jacob came back – from Jamaica- as Bob Marley’s cousin singing Reggae and a little bit of “Don’t worry. … Continue reading →