Author Archives: Ken Greenman

There is a post office with no dead letter box, on the border of space, receiving letters from creation, all bungled by their feeble faith, to a Creator limited by His gift of freedom. But the mail handler moonlights as translator. … Continue reading →

Yellow roses, wilting, are beauty, none the less. Petals falling stir the air, wafting essences, mixing remaining scents with the pervading perfume of the universe: The oder of God.

The Hell with acceptance! Damn, resignation!! I’m pushing 68 with a worn down broom, but I’ll be dammed if I surrender to accumulating dust, cob webs in corners, pine needles on the porch! Spick and Span! That’s what they’ll see … Continue reading →

A pelican bobbed the waves. No crowded flights of gliding Vs. No crashing dives for him. Just easy float and warming sun on September southern seas So I pray it may be for me as I reach the age of … Continue reading →

Don’t you dare to die before me, dear. You love more your kids and theirs. They love their Mema Nancy. They love to come to see you. But, truth be told, my darling, when I beg to go before, I’d, … Continue reading →

Know what we’re doing? Reading stories: Novels, biography, articles, short stories, about wonderful or terrible or mean or tender human beings who drowned when the ocean liner, skiff, whaler, slaver, goes down in a hurricane, smashing on the rocks, exploding … Continue reading →

The fireworks of fire flies, glowing in the dark, flashes quickly fading. We sit in our rockers on the screened porch, holding hands on the arm rests as we rock the evening away. Some times, I see myself at thirteen, … Continue reading →

Please! Delete me! Tap the key. For I don’t E-Mail any more. To live on Face-Book, such a din!!! Delete me and let me use my pen.

I wish I might squeeze behind your eyes so I can see the Thou you see when you look at me. I Think I am that Thou you see but I’d like to know if what you see is the … Continue reading →

Any time epifiany gets organized, it gets sterilized, it gets paralized proponents, canonized, the event gets deified, outsiders, demonized. I proclaim, “Move on! run head on into other gods, become friends with them, then get down on your knees, pray … Continue reading →