[+]Aaroneous Monk[+]

He stands in the front yard with eyes closed tight, arms pressed to his sides. He has closed out the world in quiet anticipation of ...

It's an overcast Spring day, the ground saturated and squishing under our boots. My four year old daughter is helping me clear what...

I was saddened to hear of the loss of Terry Pratchett this past week and all the more so because I have never read any of his books and ...

*** She sits three stools down from my precarious perch at the diner bar near my office. I watch the basketball game on the wall moun...

It's the loneliest place on earth: an outdoor subway platform on the Orange Line near Yoido Island in Seoul, South Korea. *** In ...

Some thoughts on my creative-nonfiction short story,  The Crow *** My wife must have read only the first paragraph or two when she a...

*** My five year old niece is up on stage, black sequined and wearing a jaunty pillbox hat, doing the Rag Mop Shuffle. Two rows of littl...

*** Sittin' under the Hobo Tree branchless and sprouting lines for the birds to perch upon while conversations fly overhead and ...

The memory flutters around the edges of my mind like a frightened bird desperate for escape. *** It wasn't the punishment that pier...

*** Sitting inside a mobile container Somewhere in the netherworld Between work and home A tri-colored light determining My rate of ...

An e-mail to Jim Forest while I was in Iraq regarding something posted on the Orthodox Peace Fellowship (OPF) listserve in regards to a ...

*** It was a thing of beauty my ten year old at the foul line two sharp dribbles and a pause right arm perpendicular to the grou...

It's been eight years since my deployment to Iraq and I've been revisiting some of the "letters home" I sent at that tim...

My love for art began as a kid in a small Midwestern town.  It was the 1970's when there was no such thing as an internet opening a w...

*** The sky was immense, a massive canvas unfurled across my windshield on my morning commute. It was nearly impossible to concentra...

*** You are not an individual, rugged or otherwise. You are a person connected to people, living or dead, it does not matter. Love...

*** The shelves of his mind had been emptied of memories and no amount of rummaging could change that. All that was left was the act...

When I'm lost I don't always know that I'm lost but sometimes I do like a butterfly hovering overhead self-seeing ...

*** Life is beautiful always and ever, though poorly perceived through the dirty lens that overlies the eye of my soul. A pure he...