[+]Aaroneous Monk[+]

Sometimes one must escape from the chaos of one’s job, the sights, sounds, and smells of a sad and suffering humanity and f...

Those winding roads  east of town with nothing  but tall corn on either side  and the sun baking down. The trill of insects  ...

The mystery of time as  experienced on a  particularly hot day  in Central Park... I stand in the coolness  of a ...

I want beauty to save the world, for love to conquer all, for mercy  to lead us home, like a father  holding his son’s hand as they...

 It was the missing tree that triggered the thoughts of a time when this house on the corner anchored our neighborhood with gracious p...

Spring of 2018 will go down in Haney History as “The Battle of Four Bird’s Nests.”  Every year since we have lived here a robin has vi...

I spent two years of my life in Korea, not moving forward, not moving backward, only living in a kind of dream-like limbo in my early 20...

Hanging dead from a string pretending to be in flight. Trying to catch up with those  above me, only to realize that they are al...

... that kids are not accoutrements.  They do not exist to bolster our egos.  They deserve our blood, sweat, and tears.  They deserve every ...

She sat at the red light  where the man held the sign that said his car needed fixed so he could go back to work. I felt the pu...

PROLOGUE:  This is a story my Mom recently shared with me by phone and I wrote out my version below, but then had her snail mail me...