February — 2016 — The Monarch Review
Barbarisms – Chelsea Dingman
Monday, February 29, 2016 11:55 — 0 Comments
No one wants to take the coffin-born fetus from the barn. From between the mare’s legs. They lay in tandem, their deaths a pact between bodies. Here, where all love ends in a gasp of cold air. In a house that knows only this cruel season. While I wait behind wood stalls and glass windows to see what becomes of a body. While I mouth the wrong names for gods. For another stillborn child, as my body stayed warm. As I was able to push her towards dying. As I kissed her slick forehead, blue eyelids. Perhaps, dream and memory […]
Virginity is a man’s idea – Erica Brunner
Monday, February 22, 2016 9:09 — 1 Comment
Lemongrass steam in the shower Chain myself to myself Let it blurt My body is a wire I know where to push Pine scented candles black silk pillowcase I’m not trying to keep my pussy tight Studded chokers Clematis through the trellis Lilacs in the back- yard
Job Tips: Selling Meat from a Truck – Paul Handley
Monday, February 15, 2016 20:59 — 0 Comments
First, get in a positive mindset. Then buy an unaffordable four dollar cup of coffee. Door-to- door salesman in our line always have a couple hundred dollars in cash to make change, so I would usually pull out a single to buy a lotto ticket along with my java. Next convert a shot in the basketball hoop installed in the warehouse with a difficulty level above five. Misses can be compensated by a weird bounce resulting in a satisfying wham into a meat-truck panel. Another option is to drive a golf ball off an apartment in the new complex that […]
Three Songs To The Head vol. 39
Tuesday, February 9, 2016 12:58 — 1 Comment
Hello and welcome back to Three Songs to the Head where we share three songs that moved us, three songs we love, three songs we can’t get out of our heads! Today, we’re featuring the Country Lips, Sundae + Mr. Goessl and Madness Blooms. Enjoy! There are lots of great things to do in Seattle, especially if you’re a fan of music. One of those great things is to go to the Little Red Hen in Greenlake and catch the Country Lips play three sets on the long, skinny LRH stage. You’re transported to another place and time instantly – an […]
Three Poems – Dave Wheeler
Tuesday, February 2, 2016 12:08 — 0 Comments
American Voyeur Story All my screens glow tonight: trying to keep up with Ryan Murphy’s new product, while eying my ruddy neighbor tending toilette across the way, my mind compromised by lust left untied, cries for bright asylum from the comfort of my bed. Bootlegged episodes stream as I follow memes, hashtags, window dressing, window again, and noting ideas for a new poem I want to call Zachary Quinto but won’t; his name tastes too dangerous, like urgent secrets whispered during climax. Besides, the neighbor’s lights are out, and Evan Peters’s in his briefs again. And so am I, describing […]
What am I?
Bioluminescent eye
That sees by the shine
Of its own light. Lies
Blind me. I am the seventh human sense
And my stepchild,
Consequence;
Scientists can't find me.
Januswise I make us men;
Glamour
Was my image then—
Remind me:
The awful fall up off all fours
From the forest
To the hours…
Tick, Tock: Divine me.
-- Richard Kenney