[+]Aaroneous Monk[+]

Breathing in, breathing out, to control the anxiety of a spinning clock that sends my children careening into the future, their wo...

The neighborhood I grew up in sat on the southern boundary of a town of 2000 souls.  If you looked out our front picture window you woul...

In my clearer moments I feel like a small boy looking up into the eyes of God the Father and asking Him to tell me the story of how...

Poor Coach Crean has hoisted up his pants and tugged at his tie one last time in this Hoosier state of basketball-allness. I will mis...

It is the lack of words that frightens me. All those years of transformative experiences that I left to the capriciousness of memory....

I am the Prodigal Son, always have been and probably always will be, but the Father waits, my God, He waits and the thought of it ...

Old Man Suds was partial to spuds he would eat them when he was able. His sweater was bare no money to spare but he kept a very c...

I am appalled at the thought that so much of what I see and think I understand is both everything & nothing, half-baked in a mid...

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...