[+]Aaroneous Monk[+]

This was cut out of "Sleepless in Seoul"  because it did not involve insomnia or being homeless in the city.  It is simply a...

The  patter of rain synchronizes with the staccato sound of a bouncing ball the occasional swish of a well placed shot (rimle...

It was another weekend in Seoul with only a vague idea about how I would spend it.  It had become a routine of sorts to break up the monoto...

I will write a novel today or at least a few short stories in an electronic record for future physicians to see. I hear stories of ...

Elias built a house on Minecraft this past week and his excitement about it was uncharacteristically intense.  When he brought me into ...

It is not my fault, the multitude of evils that beset this planet. I am a static being, untouching and untouchable, without malic...

When they came through the Rift, the rains came with them. Marko wasn't even close to the freak happening, but saw it on an inter...

A simple prayer  was offered up from a pure heart and the earth was changed as assuredly as if a hurricane  had swept a wide  p...

So much of our lives spent in vain pursuits with rare glimpses behind the curtain. Rare because we reject them, resisting the ...

Back in early 1991 I was in Basic Training on Sand Hill at Ft. Benning, Georgia, having withdrawn from Indiana Wesleyan University du...

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 ...