[+]Aaroneous Monk[+]

  The flying rake, wind in his tines. Fall has come and bids him Brothers, to arms! Leaves are falling. Beat them back! ***

  I sit with my friends every morning on the wire and feel the breeze envelop me, a game of poise and balance.  We are mostly silent, intros...

  Paintings are windows on the world. But before frames circumscribed our view, there were these rectangled  openings in our homes & bui...

It was a glimmer of light in the darkness of my middle school misery.  A neighbor boy was taking karate and somehow I got invited to come al...

  Life has a way of pealing your paint, sharing in the work of helping remove the accretions of time and carelessness as we grow older an...

  Suspended in the dark unknowing of retained innocence. Find this place.  Rediscover love in the days  before the world crushed your heart....

  Walking the highways and byways  of Russia  as a pilgrim all those years ago, sometimes a destination in mind  but more often simply wande...

  I found two bookmarks in the one book which for me is a rare phenomenon.  Like movies, there are precious few books that I’ve revisited in...

  Beauty’s an apple ladder beholden to red spheres  of ascending sweetness. ***

Since when did life become  so fragmented so pixelated so prone  to open the doors of insanity? ***

His body lay slumped across the tracks forming the cross bar of a very long H.  Lucky for him the trams had stopped running hours bef...

The fog settles on the city like a down filled blanket softening the edges of a  hard and indifferent place. ***

Orleans, Indiana is a town of 2000 souls and from 1975 to 1985 I was one of those souls, albeit a small one.  There were pockets of d...

   The fog monster devours the city in forgetfulness. *

Alas, poor Aaroneous.  I knew him well. Pitiful impulsive man-boy, lost in a world and situation outside of his control, proud in ...

Are there little boys on Jupiter giggling when you say “poopiter”? It’s fun to think about it, to  bounce and fly and sho...

With all of the talk about so-called “murder hornets” on Facebook this past week it didn’t take long for me to recollect that I had a ...

The stormtrooper patrol was winding its way through the frozen Hoffa Maze when the storm hit.   Goji heard the speaker in his helmet...