[+]Aaroneous Monk[+]

She is three years old, a warm ball of roundness sleeping on our morning bed in an expectant state of un- wakeful perceptiveness. ...

*** Where does one walk after midnight on the bad side of town? A chain-link fence to the left, street curb to the right, being f...

We (and by "we" I mean "Anya") lost our remote control a few months ago and we have only had access to one channel u...

I had been a member of the local Lion's Club chapter for just over a year when I knew it was time to make a play for being the lio...

I'm not sure why it bugs me so much, but I really dislike when a classic of Science Fiction or Fantasy is made into a movie and then ...

It's an epic tale that I'm telling, full of epic adventures with epic peoples. Peoples who are like us, but unlike us in epi...

When we were holy I was just a kid. The preacher pranced on the camp meeting stage in a building so large it resembled Noah's...

*** The wind brings children's voices caught in the filter of leaves and dropped into my lap under this tree, like bruised and o...

It was supposed to be a day trip into Vienna from Bratislava by train, but it didn't quite work out that way. I'd taken a bus ...

"Blessed is the Kingdom..." and the ship that is the ark of salvation slips its lines and embarks on a timeless journey th...

Floating on the surface, surrounded by the detritus of unbridled passions and quiet indifference, burned by sun and buffeted by wa...

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...