[+]Aaroneous Monk[+]

  The things that make up his desk may very well make up his life.   They are artifacts of a man named Aaron who once was a boy. I see Spide...

My zinnias are having a laugh riot of growth in my front flower bed.  The sun is up and none too soon for the party to begin.  There is a hi...

  In the empty halls of memory   I chase my childhood around blind corners into dead ends. I think I hear laughter but it is too hard-edge...

  I am a giant of colossal sadness lumbering along the sand with my head in the clouds. I hear a child’s laughter lost in the wind. Sunbathe...

  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...