Author Archives: Ken Greenman

I’ve been crotchety about wearing hearing aids: Ego. No confessing getting elderly for me. No conceding to breaking down. But, my eye-ear-nose-throat doctor reports not wearing them “…contributes to the disintegration of gray matter and enhances the chances of the … Continue reading →

It’s easy! I love an Angel. For some God knows reason, the Angel loves me to! We’re in our late 60’s. She’s passionate when I can, compassionate when I can’t. She can whenever she wants. Cliches are true. Second half … Continue reading →

Adam and his apple. Abrahams son, the ram caught in brambles. The burning bush. The Tablets. Davids Psalms and his sins. Isaiah. Hosea. From these scriptures as seed, Christs gospel grows. From all this truth, all are graced with a … Continue reading →

The lacy beige curtains were closed, shrouding setting Sabbath sun. Filtered light lit dust in flight, refugees wandering the shaded living room. Grandfather smoked his cigar. Grandma baked the chicken with a nervous urgency created by my surprise arrival. I … Continue reading →

The most deadening sound in my life, the steady tick-tock of Grandpas clock. Even the great anticipation, the excited, elevated heart beat, the optimistic waiting for that Moment When… is tempered by the knowing that after that Moment of joyful … Continue reading →

The nuthatch, the downy, the flicker, flock to my suet feeder. When the green metal holder is empty, I fill it, but I am no banker. This is not a loan. No principle or interest charged. They still flee from … Continue reading →

Oedipus. Impaled his Father. Impregnated Mommy. Poked out his eyes. Brother Cain has battered Brother Abels brains since baboons discovered a use for thick sticks. And now, humanity participates in Matricide, the murder of its Mother. But here the tables … Continue reading →

Strolling the long path, closer to my ending than my beginning. Births travail disappears moments after. Death dawdles in the approaching dusk. What came before dawn? What comes after night? I don’t care. (Although I harbor hopes) What matters, really? … Continue reading →

Time is a construct which God exterminates in eternity. Time is on the endangered list without a fund to remove it. Time is a creature of sin, but sin will not win, so, Time, like death, is doomed.

X ing out the dates, gone. All the duties, deeds, all the have to’s some of the want to’s until the day after my last day is blank. Crossed off by someone else. Then, somewhere, sometime, I am given a … Continue reading →