November — 2017 — The Monarch Review
Three Poems – Kristene Kaye Brown
Thursday, November 9, 2017 11:26 — 1 Comment
[Somatic Night] All our landlocked blues belong to the ocean, our bodies and our storms. There are 600 miles of blood vessels within us all, an island of seaweed and vein in each leg and arm. It’s true. The sea hides whats most beautiful below. Our reflection is no match for that multi-dimensional void. A wave gives birth to many more waves, an endless cycle of breath lipping over ribs of coral. This is how the body empties itself. Each ripple a small beat pulled by the heartstrings of the moon. There is love to be found here. Just watch […]
Six Paintings – Robert R. Thurman
Tuesday, November 7, 2017 19:13 — 0 Comments
Below are six images sent to us from Robert R. Thurman. The paintings meander between odd, eerie and intentionally rudimentary – but those are also the pillars of their charm. The images – some political, some depraved – all elicit an internal feeling of discomfort, which is the sign of good work. Enjoy!
Four Poems – Heikki Huotari
Tuesday, November 7, 2017 14:59 — 0 Comments
INSIDE LIGHT I specify a gender then I’m on a treadmill then I’m asked to solve a language puzzle then I swing my right arm less dramatically as this will free up left-lobe brain space. My horizon rises and my face is not a blade. I separate permission from forgiveness, scatter, gather, scatter, gather. When we’re correlated, equidistant, neither of us is to blame. ONE SIZE FITS ALL Who would have supposed there would be in this Xanadu an unexploited algorithm or an unused rule of thumb? When your domain is multiply connected, bounded by some ovals that you’re […]
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