[+]Aaroneous Monk[+]

Sitting in the comfort of my desolation. A cushioned couch for my consolation. An inner world springs forth, my creation. Offered in awed s...

Prior to our current state of easily accessible art-making technology I was a frequent doodler.  It was something to pass the time in meetin...

She is an artist, a friend of a friend who was also an artist and also happened to be my godson.   I met her through him back in my college ...

  A dream: I handled the dirty dobie pad rotating it gingerly in my hand.  Someone had thrown it out, ignorant of its import.  What I had fo...

  The Blues sing to the soul in deep emotional hues. A transcendent force like  taking the stairs by twos. It is a melancholy medicine heali...

  My heart stays hidden   in a small brick tower  of fearful symmetry… …afraid to face a world that ignores my wishes  even if they are self...

Who can truly fathom the circumstances of life? With so many branching paths and soaring sorrows that appear to  accumulate and, sadly,  ...

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...