[+]Aaroneous Monk[+]

Looking at a picture of me and my son  on an escalator in the DC subway system  unexpectedly brings a kind of epiphany:   ...

If my tongue were blue  I’d be locked in a zoo with nothing to do  but sit and stew  in monkey poo.    In lieu, my ...

When my sister’s back  was crooked, not straight, the Shriners came  not a minute too late. They trundled forth In thei...

It was the last day of school and he figured he wouldn’t waste his time sleeping for the rest of the summer.  Even as his parents drop...

I stand on the precipice toes touching only air as the chasm yawns. Love will fill this space but not by my efforts alone...

With so much suffering in the world one must find the consolations of beauty and love, a reason to keep going, the courage to s...

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...