[+]Aaroneous Monk[+]

Beauty blooms  full for  the heart's eye*  to see . *   ὁ νοῦς

I'm driving home from work listening to Terry Gross interview singer-songwriter Mary Gauthier on the radio.  She sings "Another T...

My son's closet is as big as it needs to be, full of books, toys and misplaced articles of clothing. If one were to clear a space ...

*** When I pass, time will no longer have a hold on me. My spirit will find this place, this circle of voices, inhabit it  and...

It's the antithesis of a monastery, assaulting the eyes and ears, trying to draw me out, but instead forcing me to retreat into my...

*** Sometimes I tire of driving this tank peering out of the periscope's finite field of vision turning this torso lifting thes...

He sits with his back to me, blue jacketed and tieless, likely in his mid to upper fifties. I see his face because of the mirror at t...

The F train wasn't running due to a malfunction and New Yorkers knew to find a different mode of transportation this particular S...

The Vikings came, but by invitation.  The peoples of what is now Northern Russian needed assistance to bring order from chaos and turned to ...

I don't know doodley squat and here is the proof.  We have been staying at the Resident's Inn on the canal in Indianapolis at leas...

For twenty seven years, since the age of eighteen, I have been walking along, not looking back, in order to deal with a certain amount of...

It's a white balloon that floats from place to place through time and space.  The string remains firmly tied to my corporeal self, b...

"WHAT'S YOUR INTERPRETATION?" , a photo by []Aaroneous Monk[] on Flickr. The giant hand gestures at the homeless man ...

Life is a fall from a great height, a star-heart birth and journey through endless space. Meandering in the void until picking up spe...

Purple Foot , a photo by []Aaroneous Monk[] on Flickr. *** left foot forward right to the rear a quick counter-clockwise spin of the tor...

*** My son is asleep in his bed and he is beautiful. He sleeps soundly, at peace, because love tucked him in. Watching him breathe...

Somewhere in the back of his muddled brain he seemed to recollect he'd been a medical student once, before the cognitive decline, t...

Driving home 'round midnight on High Street steady rain falls putting a thick shine on every conceivable surface the lane li...

"People say I'm crazy, doin' what I'm doin'..." or so sings John Lennon, a man and his music that I've grown...

The Brothers K , a photo by []Aaroneous Monk[] on Flickr. *** I ask forgiveness for everything and from everyone without exception be...