2011 — The Monarch Review — Page 14
Reluctant Love Song – Francesc Franch
Monday, May 9, 2011 14:46 — 1 Comment
Inside the house there was a certain cretin
Speculative – DeMisty Dawn Bellinger
Tuesday, May 3, 2011 13:57 — 3 Comments
“Sabrina ain’t here right now, but I know where she is. We can go get her. Want to come in for a minute, while I get ready? Throw my face on?â€Â Sara stepped aside and held the door open. She smiled at Jackson, her mother’s latest boyfriend. Jackson peeked into the house from the porch. He should have said no, should have said he’d call later, but he considered that Sara was old enough to know better, to know if she should or shouldn’t let people in their home. He stepped inside the back door, which opened into the kitchen. […]
Welcome to Notes of EFB – Evan Flory-Barnes
Monday, May 2, 2011 22:36 — 1 Comment
I am a bassist, composer, heartfelt thinker and a music editor to the beloved Monarch Review. This is my editorial column where I speak my heart and mind on my life, music, cultural and social issues. I am looking forward to sharing with you and hearing your perspectives and feedback on this new endeavor. I begin the first installment of Notes on the eve of a very exciting and life-changing trip to East Africa. I will be performing with Meklit Hadero at the Music Without Boundaries Festival in Addis Ababa, Harar and Gondar in Ethiopia, and a concert in Nairobi, […]
All The Rage Shrub – Paulus Kapteyn
Monday, May 2, 2011 13:12 — 1 Comment
I listen to Chopin because I like to hear the missing keys of the piano.
Winter Storm Sijo – Andrea Scarpino
Thursday, April 28, 2011 14:02 — 0 Comments
You who want so badly to die: columns of snow. Waves break
Bone Trap – James Brantingham
Tuesday, April 26, 2011 14:01 — 1 Comment
I’ve lost track of time; it is meaningless to count the hours in the grave. The seasons sweep over the cemetery like spindrift over ocean waves. The sun bakes the brittle, skeletal grass each summer in turn. Leaves drop in autumn and vanish into the soil, food for the always hungry worm. Snow hides the gravesite each winter with great precision. No one has dropped flowers here since I was laid to what should have been rest. I remain here, a spirit caught in mid-stride, stuck to the bones that once carried me around the world. My foot is caught […]
Fixer-Upper – Michael Diebert
Monday, April 25, 2011 13:40 — 1 Comment
She who sleeps here and would live here
Seattle Freeze – Kawika Guillermo
Tuesday, April 19, 2011 10:06 — 4 Comments
Ha Lin’s fingers rubbed my back, like she was trying to charm me again into that transparent plastic ball. My fur stood on end—not willful, it’s not like that—and she rubbed my head with her slender middle finger. Her green beaded bracelet, too matchy-matchy alongside that emerald green dress, hung just in my eyesight. I leaped into her cupped hand and she lifted me to her. Her pointy white nose stuck out from her curly hair and pressed against mine. From her white-rimmed eye-glasses, I could see my reflection kissing her. The irritating applause returned. Again and again, like an […]
Fish – Marian Kaplun Shapiro
Sunday, April 17, 2011 22:33 — 1 Comment
It’s said that fish don’t know
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
