March — 2017 — The Monarch Review
Three Songs To The Head vol. 46
Friday, March 24, 2017 14:20 — 0 Comments
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 Omar Tellez, Razor Clam and Killer Workout. Enjoy! You know those shots in movies where a person comes out of the shadows of an alleyway or something, hood on, you just see his mouth and the shadow of the world splashed over his face? That’s how Omar Tellez rhymes. Dude handles himself casual, almost unseen, and then he starts spitting and you see the truths […]
Beasts Among Us – Dani Wilson
Wednesday, March 8, 2017 10:35 — 4 Comments
From the artist: My name is Dani Wilson and I am a queer, poly, Seattle artist. I formerly studied medicine at Bellevue College, but realized art is more the path I want to take. So aside from taking a couple drawing classes in between medical terminology classes, I am self-taught. I’ve been drawing and painting ever since I can remember, but for the past few years I have really been trying to hone my craft by creating beasts in fantastical and dystopian worlds, predominately with watercolor on untreated wood scraps. I currently live in Northgate, working at Capitol Hill Frame […]
Plums at Night – Natalie Crick
Tuesday, March 7, 2017 12:04 — 0 Comments
The night is plum-dark. Horses hang in the depths of sleep, Haunches gleaming blue-black as Dripping dusky fruit, Skin enticing touch, Misted by the press of my thumb. I want to bite right down To the hard grooved core, Flesh dense as Blood in lungs, Pulse of the heart Throbbing to be licked, Thirst and murmur and desire Rolling the tongue as the Horse’s eyes Turn to their whites in Fright. Wide and open as a cage In the belly of the night, Asking: ‘Do I dare?’
Two Poems – Jeff Ewing
Tuesday, March 7, 2017 11:59 — 1 Comment
Reintroducing the Wolf There’s no moon tonight to dress the lawn or drape the low bed, the only light the clock fallen from the nightstand. Outside, the street bucks the sidewalk’s bank, a transformer hums. What stirs an unquiet mind from its preoccupations? The wolf enters panting, muscles tensing under the sheets. A tentative half- snarl culled from base pairs breaks from my throat as I lope through waist-high grass. Birds without number hurtle above me, cragged wind keens from my north, blue as inlaid ice. How sweet the loosed blood, how blinding the heat sweeping from the backs of […]
The Attic – Matt Dennison
Tuesday, March 7, 2017 11:52 — 5 Comments
In his workshop my landlord tells me about Poland during the war and those who refused shelter, who turned away as the trains chuffed past night and day and of the soldiers who searched the carpentry shop he and his younger brother had struggled for years to establish— how they slid like snakes into everything they owned until they discovered his best wood, hidden in the attic under rags, and how, laughing, they tossed the boards into the snow, thanked him as they loaded their truck and then torched the building. He set up another shop, without his brother, and […]
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