[+]Aaroneous Monk[+]

He hangs out on a bench  at the library with all his  belongings in a bag. It’s not necessarily good or bad happy or ...

When things have been rough  (and they’ve been rough recently)  I’ve had the tendency to escape  in my mind to the past, to what  ...

The feather lay half in and half out of shadow, clean and dry, molted, not torn free or bloodied. A sigh of relief esca...

The interplanetary locum tenens recruiter had really talked up Mars as a plum position for a working psychiatrist. “Lots of lonely peopl...

I sat heavily at the base of the tree as my body began to fail me and shut down one vital organ at a time until all that was left was a k...

This moment is a mystery shunned by the mind which cannot control it. The past is different. It is stored and manipulated, ...

It feels like it’s time to go deeper.   I’m not sure what this means,  but there are times that I get  sated on superficial concern...

This is a story about a story that was written when I was a young infantryman in Korea.  As the story of the story goes, I was on CQ...

There was something special about musical instruments in our house when I was a small boy growing up in a small town.  There was...

On some dark and stormy nights when the thunder rolls and  the house creaks in the wind I swear I can hear the electric purr of t...

Sometimes one must escape from the chaos of one’s job, the sights, sounds, and smells of a sad and suffering humanity and f...

Those winding roads  east of town with nothing  but tall corn on either side  and the sun baking down. The trill of insects  ...

The mystery of time as  experienced on a  particularly hot day  in Central Park... I stand in the coolness  of a ...