700!!!! Not In Time 8-19-17 (put a word in the search box)

brought up,

between her Irish-Catholic Father
who abused by never caring

and her careless,
Norwegian-Adventist Mother

for whom Mom was,
at best,
a nuisance,

learned a little from
the secret whispers among
the women in the shops and
on her Brooklyn street.


When she heard,


her little eight years son

say he’d met a nice priest
from Saint Mary’s Star of the Sea
on the beach
near our City Island home



Her bottled volcanic anger
from her mouth
that had kissed me,

from a Vesuvius
who had been my

A lava flow of hate:

“You stay away from that god damned fucking priest!”

But it was,

by then,

to late.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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