[+]Aaroneous Monk[+]

Sometimes I would just like to walk off the set. I respect the Director and all, but I'm not always  in for the story He is tell...

Remnants of St. Val's, head drooping and  hair half gone, to be  plucked and chucked  into the trash can of  an inadequa...

Most memories I have of the small town I grew up in are drenched in melancholy.  I don't know how else to describe it.  From a rel...

Death is like a black wall that stretches as high and as far as the eye can see. There is space for us to move about, to meet som...

I couldn't believe it. It was me, but not just "me." It was me me. I was at a party with some friends, sipping a beer,...

Things fall apart that are not sustained by love. God is love and without Him there is no speaking of what "is" let alo...

He sat in the darkness indian-style in front of the open pantry door.  His flashlight lay next to him shining its light under the bott...

"Show, don't tell" is advise given to writers but is something we all could bear to hear. So much telling which is so...

I spent the summer of 1989 traveling from church camp to church camp, a week at a time, representing my conservative Christian college as...

My in-laws live in a two hundred year old brick farm house on thirteen acres in rural Ohio.  It is a fascinating structure that includes a ...

It was a silent night on the psychiatric ward where Sarah sat staring at the flickering TV while snow fell outside the locked window...

Feeling empty,  waiting to be filled  with something more  than the petty pittances  of misguided desires, I quietly offer up a  g...

It seems that so few people go to church anymore or treat it like just one of many possibilities that can fill a week of activities, li...

A long and meandering dream last night... I was hanging out with Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton in NYC.  Donald was driving the car, ...

humor is a drug I shoot into a willing vein, trying to fill the empty spaces, crowding out the pain making a sound that could b...

It was a beautiful Sunday morning when Captain Love opened his eyes to see the sun streaming in through his window.  Still thick from dr...

Prince Namor was a loner and that is why Billy loved him: half human, half Atlantean with little wings at his ankles that allowed him...