Author Archives: Ken Greenman

“Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain!” or, for that matter, the Giant, green on the screen. Both are graven images any might see, each sighting becoming a focus for liturgy. Pantheists, or Poly, trin or unitarian, Christian, … Continue reading →

Trinitarians are, in truth, serial unitarians, watching Divinity evolve through time to, “What! Know ye not that the kingdom of heaven is in you?” From one God made manifest in a burning bush to the Next, whose manifest destiny is … Continue reading →

A visit to the Dutchess Radiology Clinic is not, QED, deaths first quiet tap on the door. Some brain tumors are benign and extractable. Not all coughs are caused by cancer. But, always, the possibility… Sitting in the waiting room … Continue reading →

My grand-niece Genevieve, named for my mother, laughed as we played on the living room rug. I hope Mom was laughing as she heard her name repeated, “Genevieve! Genevieve! Fly! Fly!” My two year old grand-niece kneed me in my … Continue reading →

I love you. I live the time we took falling into love. I love the path we walk, winding serenely through a pinball world. I love our life. I love looking forward to finding our love again our next time … Continue reading →

“Don’t be to righteous. Why should you die before your time?” asks the wise one. Loyalty, cold bloodless spike empaling diversity! Fidelity, predictable Horatio fearful to risk change! Courage! Wastrel, spending lives like petty cash! Chastity, spinsters keyless lock baring … Continue reading →

Other things I wish I’d done: run around and had some fun; loved the flesh and had more sex; never bowed to old priests hex. Now I’m to old to be so bold, and all the heat is turning cold. … Continue reading →

A cloud across my noon-shine, your leaving darkens my day. But, your returning, though at midnight, as moon and stars shine, you bring, again, the light.

The earth is a global art gallery. Reams of rainbows. Swarms of killer bees. Forests of flowers. Aging old men at health clubs, forestalling the inevitable. A twirling red, white and orange beach ball bouncing around a Bon Jovi concert. … Continue reading →

I mistook a warm late-Autumn Sunday for a summers afternoon, it started out so mild. So, I took the half hour drive up Stone Ledge Road to see my youngest sons house. But not so see him. He and that … Continue reading →