Category Archives: Poems

Silver chimes, hanging from back porch beams, harmonize with wind-song as breezes blow so gently through the screens… The melody of my wife’s soft, bell-tone laughter fills my life with joy… The startling, sorrowing siren of a determined ambulance dopplers … Continue reading →

It’s a philosophical-anatomical-physiological-psychological hypothetical, framed in a logical, logistical, gramatical proposition. To Whit: What I “is” ain’t what I “means.” What I Is – is what you see coming towards you from up the street on a summer evening… or … Continue reading →

Picture, please, A stay at home Daddy during a cozy mid-night-sitting-up with Baby. Feeding Baby with fresh squeezed Mommy milk pumped earlier in the evening. Next morning, Daddy’s playing with Baby as Mommy, (a lawyer, perhaps,) happily goes off to … Continue reading →

Slim-pickins’, facts. Faith offers fun with its possibilities, even if they are not, usually, probabilities. Like a really well-thought-out children’s play room for 4 or 5 year olds… (like you and me, speaking, relatively….!) Reams of blank news-print-paper to be … Continue reading →

6 quartered strawberries. 2 sliced bananas . 5 soup-spoon-scoops of blue berries. 1 BIG tupper-ware-bowl of Cheerios garnished with animal-food-cereals, all drowned in lactose-free-milk, maybe mixed-in with a moushed, mashed, triple-berry muffin for when all the solid-crunchy- stuffs been eaten. … Continue reading →

A play by Ken Greenman…(and AIaah…) (An actor sits at a desk. Lap-top light on… The rest of the stage is bare..and dark. Dimly lit by lap-top-light Ken: I am going to begin this…thing…for you, with an entry I wrote … Continue reading →

(His eye is on the sparrow/ So I know He watches me!) Is His eye on the cockroach as well as the sparrow? Does the hooded cobra get equal time in His eye with both bug and bird? If you … Continue reading →

We KNOW she’ll be coming ’round the mountain when she comes. But we just don’t know why she’s comin’! Nor why tis’ the ol’ red rooster’s got to die just because Aunt Lulla May likes scrawny rooster stew! And how … Continue reading →

So, Ok! I know, I know… Let’s get it out of the way! Are there any young male virgins today? Well, yes, there are… (or at least there were) I know from re-reading my journals. And then, She comes along. … Continue reading →

Oh! How blessed you are! For both your vocation and avocation call you to innervation! A child’s world can be a deadening place. Spark less, joy less, dangerous, exhausting. Where dreams are born only to die, unfulfilled. Where iron-cell-doors are … Continue reading →