[+]Aaroneous Monk[+]

Commuting in the city is a repetitive dream, a circle of stop and go, merge and diverge, wish and wait. A necessary evil when you don...

  I don’t know why I write poems though it is not unlike chewing gum.   I move it around in my mouth  for a bit and extract some flavor.   S...

It’s his last hurrah, really, with winter just around the corner. He’s hoping to bloom this one last time before the cold snap. Think of the...

 

Johnny C lies between the bushes and the bricked side of the church covered by an old army poncho liner.  He presses his back to the buildin...

Brick by brick, stone by stone someone builds  a house, but  time and neglect  wear it down ‘til we talk  about its bones. When life wears  ...

There was a time in the past when I felt utterly alone, like in those post-apocalyptic movies where a nuclear catastrophe or virus has wiped...

Such a strange but compelling idea: that worlds overlap. That there is an unseen reality intermingled with our own. Maybe that is the orig...

When life is no longer kind I will spite it with kindnesses seldom seen in this cruel world. The incongruity will shake the  universe and br...

  It’s sad and sweet all at the same time.  My daughter was looking for me before leaving for her field hockey practice and couldn’t find me...

  The Uncanny Owls meet on the roof  of Newcom’s tavern on Tuesdays.   Bring your lawn chairs and your airs.   Once a month there’s a Blues ...