[+]Aaroneous Monk[+]

I could feel a warm rain falling about me in the darkness.  Points of brightness winked at indeterminate distances, like light coming t...

With eyes closed I feel the air moving past me and hear the drone of the box fan perched in the window beside my bed.  My mind is...

It was a banana seat bike that belonged to my sister in the 70's, and I loved it.  It was blue with big U-shaped handlebars that cu...

And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the ...

My son and I are finding our legs on paddle boards in the choppy waters of Lake Michigan. We start on our knees, too wobbly to s...

Limitations, always limitations.  They can break your back.  With limited time and resources to pursue all the possible things I enjoy or ...

He saw her outline through an open fogged-over glass door in the frozen foods section of the grocery store.  Like a restless ghost she ru...

Shooting hoops with my son as the sun sets on our cul-de-sac suddenly realizing that even before I can pivot and shoot not even h...

It truly was a miracle, because love is a miracle.  I have no other way of explaining or understanding it.  Kevin had been struggling ...

I did not have to work this year on the 4th of July which provided for some nice unstructured time with Anya and we took advantage ...

Elias had a strange energy at bedtime last night, uncharacteristically so.  He did not lie down as he usually does, but stood at the foo...

The Department of Dance:  a satirical look at war Enemies dug in on opposing sides of a valley.  They are at an isolated location that is...

There is a hole in our neighborhood where a tree used to be. It anchored the corner and was the first tree my son ever climbed. ...

Standing on the shore of the sea while seagulls feed from my fingers, watching the waves lapping, lazy-like. The smells on the bree...

Conceal & carry a humble spirit over your heart keeping the safety off and a round chambered so that jostling causes it to go off ...

Last night I met up with an old friend I hadn't seen since my High School days.  She brought along two of her three sons and we g...

Not too long ago a story popped up on my Facebook newsfeed which noted that Kurt Vonnegut's boyhood home in Indianapolis was up for sale...

I have to steal time to write, to think, to feel. If I am not careful I begin to feel like a disembodied eye floating in the hea...

If nothing else, the beautiful backdrops and big skies  of baseball diamonds have filled my heart with good things. T...