[+]Aaroneous Monk[+]

  To write I have always needed an opening.  A door of some kind.  A window. Something to let in a breeze of an idea that transforms me into...

  It’s a sad “happy” song which seems exceedingly peculiar.   The song is “Happy” by Pharrell which was a big hit several years ago and had ...

  An internal flame  flickers and faints, it’s all the same panting and paints a subtle blame for not being saints. ***

  There are few things that make me more sad or more excited than this looming reality.  It is a frame-of-reference thing where I am either ...

Not too many years from now no one will remember that I loved an obscure Jazz quartet known as “Flim & the BB’s”, alas. They had their h...

  The dream was set in a house I didn’t recognize, but it was my house and I was in a large tile-floored basement with random items scattere...

  It was  long ago and far away under a dome of  Byzantine derivation. It was chandelier shine and rainbow radiance. People, places, & t...

  I hear singing in my basement  from a phone that streams voices from Indianapolis where we were married and where my son was baptized. The...

The Divine Liturgy of the Orthodox Church is a rich tapestry of words and images that is sung from start to finish.  The only exception is a...

  Stretch me in your shadow. Bathe me in your sunshine. Spin me in a loop-dee-loop mortaring your brick line. Black, green, and blue like a ...

  It takes just the kernel  of an idea  or an emotion  to start the writing process.   If it is chosen well  it will take me  on a journey, ...