[+]Aaroneous Monk[+]

The towering Mother (so lovingly tall) peeks down in my crib from the back wall. I feel my dependence (in spite of it a...

From above it is the bright yellow backboard that stands out, nailed to the back of a small green barn, a boy dribbling a basketbal...

A rocket ride to Saturn would be nice with you skipping from rock to rock along the  spinning rings the songs of infinite space...

There are times I can only tolerate music  that is terrible in its melancholic intensity. It is when I feel things are most ...

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...