Author Archives: Ken Greenman

“…and a poem is a thoughtful art form bringing order and tranquility into our shattered, chaotic cosmos, restoring the natural tempo of… OH! Excuse me! I hear my grandsons scream in the yard! I think he just flew off the … Continue reading →

A rancher is Texas would sell his soul for the rain drenching our New York lake. The run-off alone would be cherished. But profligate Nature never learned to balance. She gives us her best along with Her worst, but does … Continue reading →

I envy the leapers off docks and floats, those squealers and whoopers screaming, “Look at me! Look!!” as they jump from the high silver rafts on the lake, who abandon the sun warmed air to plunge down there, into the … Continue reading →

On a sleepless, steamy, summer night, I sit at my desk inflating logical arguments for the existance of God: Ontological, existential, sina qua non et cetra, blowing them up, lite skinned, faith-filled balloons floating around me. Then I pull a … Continue reading →

When They said, “Let there be the Big Bang”, They created their first accident. They giddily made room for creativity, love, copulation, world wide web, IUDs, IEDs, mosquitoes, laughter, one turtle out of ten thousand living long enough to make … Continue reading →

Relish the surprise of no line at Cold Stone. Order the strawberry ice cream. Mix it with chocolate bits, rasberries, blueberries, whipped cream, rainbow sprinkles. Order the “gotta have it” size. Sit and eat it slowly with your lovely lady, … Continue reading →

I have less time to live than I have lived, not counting those other times. If I’m lucky enough to reach my early nineties, even ninety five would be fine so long as I know who I am. where I … Continue reading →

Here I am praying to trees again, listening to their kind council coming in soft sighs, coming in howling screams. Why not trees? They are as God, so much bigger than me, their voice is Her voice. She is pleased … Continue reading →

I love to pal around with Nancy. To run around, play around dance around, kiss around and around and around with Nancy. If this was England, I would wager a pound that Nancy loves to pal, run, play, dance, kiss … Continue reading →

The old songs still sing themselves in my soul. As other mighty fortresses of faith crumble in my mind, the old words and old melodies echo in my soul. “Lead on oh King Eternal” “Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound” … Continue reading →