[+]Aaroneous Monk[+]

There was something special about musical instruments in our house when I was a small boy growing up in a small town.  There was...

On some dark and stormy nights when the thunder rolls and  the house creaks in the wind I swear I can hear the electric purr of t...

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 ...