[+]Aaroneous Monk[+]

  We have to see our own faults, our own shortcomings  and complicity with evil before the full weight of truth can inhabit our minds and we...

  My younger sister’s kindergarten teacher sent me a Facebook friend request today.  Funny thing is, we moved to Orleans, Indiana in the sum...

  The cardinal sings  sweetly from the tree. Breezes blow and  choir the chimes. White flower petals  fall like snow. It is Pascha morning a...

  The fairies have moved on  and left me with a daughter  who is old beyond her years.   There are still hints of an  effortless innocence b...

When you seemingly run out of things to write about sometimes you end up writing about writing. *** My recent explorations into the life...

  I dreamed this morning that I was with my 17 year old son on a hill overlooking a high school.  He was a bit despondent and said he would ...

I am looking at an image from the Looney Tunes catalog that has wrangled me out of reality and into a dream.  This is being facilitated by l...

  Ancient Beast of Impossible Derivation we call to your bones and lost sinews to reassemble into woeful vengeance.  Strike down our enemies...

  I’d like to put in a plug for writing.  It has been a lifesaver for me through some pretty dark times, especially in the past few years of...

  There is something undeniably powerful about a Girl Scout cookie thin mint.  Today I saw a nurse’s assistant come into the 6th floor work ...

In the search for grand vistas  or man-made wonders let’s not forget the beauty of us. Even if we wander through galleries of priceless pain...

  Jesus needs His sandwich  and I nearly forgot it in my haste to leave the hospital today. I got as far as the parking garage,  my driver’s...

  Is there a more clear-sighted observer of our modern American experience than Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.?  That is a rhetorical question. I couldn...

  Somewhere near Whitehall I saw an empty can crushed by the side of the road next to car-bought carrion for crows. And a colorful sign welc...

  I saw the cover of Neil Young’s  “Living with War” on a FB post yesterday.  The letters were  stenciled black on a paper sack. I bought my...

  My four year old daughter asked if I would listen to her heart and  so I flattened my large ear to  her chest and listened to it beat. ...

Imagination for a child is his intuitive grasp that what he sees and what he is told he sees is not all that there is and in this sense what...

  I will sorely miss seeing STATION ELEVEN for the first time.   After watching 9 of the 10 episodes alone I hooked my son into watching it ...

  Snow falls from unfathomable heights filling the sky with white points of light floating and flitting at the wind’s whim. Here in the sad ...

  I was heart broken to learn last night that Jim Forest has passed away.  Like my recent post about the passing of Dr. Sheila Hafter Gray I...