[+]Aaroneous Monk[+]

The cleaning out of the crawl space continues to provide trips down memory lane.  Yesterday it was this poster from my time in Korea....

서울 올림픽 공원 The wind whipped soundly  on the high grass covered hills  of Seoul’s Olympic Park. I felt I could fly, or at lea...

Like an Apollo  moon shot I rocket to work leaving the  gravitational pull of Planet Poppyseed. The time  spent away ...

I found it in the library’s culled CD stack and slid a dollar bill into the slot of the wooden collection box on the wall to clai...

At the bottom of a well the circle of light above looks small and moon-like. I need a rocket ship for rescue, but when that  ...

The click of plastic CD cases   sets a cadence for musical exploration in the used CD shop on Kirkwood. The novelty of digi...

I want a couch in my pocket that I can pull out whenever  I need, cup it in my hands, and with a few warm puffs it expands t...

Grace is a pale blue orb offered by selfless hands, received into an open heart. Like the earth seen from the moon, the dept...

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...