[+]Aaroneous Monk[+]

There are times I must leave this planet and speak with the spheres who know the pain of loneliness and isolation. They have ...

I have some good ideas for stories bouncing around in my head but commitments at home and work have put the kibosh on the time needed to wri...

When the tower appeared in the midst of the city, it was the homeless who made first contact. The evacuations had begun almost immediatel...

When the world ends families from the first nations will be gathered into the Toronto Tower whose concrete skin will fall away in s...

Somewhere in Southern Indiana a basketball floats on a rain puddle at the bottom of a rusty wheelbarrow. High grass swallows it up on...

What can one say of the passing of Fr. Roman?  He suffered terribly in a notorious prison camp during the time that Romania was ruled...

The railroad tracks ran alongside my Dad's carpet store on the edge of our small town when I was a kid.  Heading north, they cut throu...

She had been sleeping for over an hour, about half way through her typical afternoon nap.  Sometimes a noise will awaken her and she will...

*** Spring swings in once again with her impeccable taste and exquisite use of earthtones. Where there were dirt patches, she has exp...

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 ...