[+]Aaroneous Monk[+]

  Yesterday morning the fog sat full on the head like a bowler pulled down to ears and eyebrows. I experienced it from the fifth floor of ou...

  The huge wrap-around windows in our Neuroscience tower offer a view of the Columbus cityscape off in the distance.   This is especially t...

  I’m learning to sit in uncertainty, balanced on a rock  in the middle of a roaring river  that seeks to sweep me away. It requires some de...

A clown’s* former house in a cul de sac.   A pear tree in the front yard giving fruit. A sweetgum tree dropping spiky balls. A black and...

  Holy Trinity Cathedral was the oldest Orthodox church in the United States prior to the acquisition of Alaska in 1867, founded in 1857.   ...

  For me writing is a way to reach out to the world  and reveal my inner thoughts but outer heart, the words sent out like the beeps of Sput...

I step out of my garage tonight into the cool evening to let Nala do her before-bedtime-business in the yard. There is a soft breeze and a ...

  It’s a screenshot of one of the very first posts I uploaded to my new blog 20 years ago.  I had been using the pseudonym “Aaroneous Monk” ...

  I haven’t written anything other than poems for several months now.  My previous routine has ceased to exist due to my changing work sched...

  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...