[+]Aaroneous Monk[+]

 

  It’s the creep that is so disconcerting,  a slow inexorable tide of falling eyes.   Where once, maybe only a few years back,  there was th...

  It’s the rare morning I get to sleep in.  When I do there is invariably a panoply of dreams that pull me along into the odd and wondrous p...

    What is there to say about Theo alone in his room but full in his heart repeating a phrase with the name of the One he loves and who con...

Last night I learned my godmother, Bara Bachmura, passed away in Bloomington, Indiana.  She was 96 years old. She was a bit of a recluse and...

  His name is Joe.   He moved here from Idaho dreaming of being a poet  though he did not know it to work a newspaper stand  for a portly ma...

  Since the first time I cracked a book about robots and spaceships I have had a sweet tooth for Science Fiction.  The first book was “Rivet...

  Purely out of a sense of nostalgia I watched the first Ghost Rider movie starring Nicholas Cage on Netflix this week.  In elementary schoo...

  to reclaim the glove that fell down the hole  of encircling stairs  like Alice, but  no Wonderland. ***

The Thing in your dreams is orange and obnoxious. In a time when healing is essential he simply hollers “IT’S CLOBBERIN’ TIME!”

  I am standing sideways in the ocean and feeling the warmish water lap over my legs just above my knees.  It is a pulsing of the planet as ...

It is a lazy Christmas afternoon when the kids have disappeared to their respective places in the house to enjoy their gifts and share them ...

  When your world  is turned upside down like a Christmas Tree  balanced on the point  of a star Just lie there on the floor looking upwards...

  “ I now walk into the wild.” It was the last words of Chris McCandless, aka Alexander Supertramp, written on a postcard to a friend before...

  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....