Author Archives: Ken Greenman

I remember him in my class where he drove me crazy, and managed to pass. I sit at his wake, from which he will not, until. I wait for answers which will not come, until. How to grade a life? … Continue reading →

Fashion a fabric, magic in the weave, fibers woven with alchemy. Wool for warmth. Linen for comfort. Cashmere for luxury. Silk for sex. Measure your bodies, yours, your other. Measure again for certainty. Cut once for perfect fit. Sew with … Continue reading →

Up the dusty dirt road, the tramp trudged on and on and on. Pains in his legs, a broken oaken oar to steady his limp. It had been life times since he took the Journey down this road, his stride, … Continue reading →

Happy are those blessed by a love well lived for theirs is a life well loved. Who would forgo the fabrics of love? The smooth, well warmed silk of sensual love. The comfortable linen and flax of brotherly love. The … Continue reading →

When the trappings of Christmas are packed snug in their bins, keep remembering the Child born to save us from our sins.

Enoch walked, talking to his old friend, God, who asked, “So? How goes it?” (as if He didn’t know!) and Enoch answered, “How should it go? I’m fine.” And God said, “Want to come Home with Me?” And Enoch answered, … Continue reading →

He woke, startled, eyes wide, Yes, he was awake. The sepia dim of his curtained room only added to the disappointment in his mind. For in his dream, he had died. The deadly disease he had, had destroyed him. Now, … Continue reading →

It was the mornin’ after the night the Master came, dragged her to the empty cabin once again and, once again, he done it, when Tabatha went to John, her raging Man, not even husband, but loved, still, through all … Continue reading →

A masked mob of monsters marches to my door. Mahidabelle, our smiling witch, sits on our porch rocker, surrounded by fire grinning pumpkins. Red capped heroes, yellow minnions, gold crowned princesses, bleeding vampires, chain saw killers, mixed with a few … Continue reading →

Farm stands are sold out of pumpkins and corn. Ice cream stalls are hawking strawberry or peach or black cherry fudge in quart containers, half off for one, buy four get two free. Early frost and snow showers predicted this … Continue reading →