2011 — The Monarch Review — Page 2
Seattle: An Artistic/Cultural Community UNPRECEDENTED (if we really want it to be) – Evan Flory-Barnes
Saturday, December 3, 2011 15:33 — 3 Comments
*Note: I began this piece a year ago and, thankfully, I feel things have gotten even better since. Saturday, November 13, 2010: I am sitting here in Chaco Canyon Cafe, drinking my morning juice and coffee, contemplating the day and night before. Late last afternoon I met with a “classical” violinist and a “hip-hop, soul, r&b” vocalist to conspire and inspire a collaboration that I feel very excited about. After the meeting’s conclusion, I went to see a friend perform a very creative, inventive and engaging dance duet amidst a fashion show where the designers, ranging from ages 8 to […]
History of Paranoia – Jason Whitmarsh
Thursday, December 1, 2011 13:57 — 1 Comment
The self-administered questionnaire meant to identify Martians produces frequent false positives: the English, rural Canadians, anyone raised without a television. Talking horses. False negatives could be happening just as frequently, it’s hard to know. There’s no other way of identifying the Martians, it’s only this take-home exam with the stamped pre-addressed envelope. Most everyone could be a false negative, and eyeing us, and reading our minds, and nightly detentacling. As with other tests designed by this service, and fairy tales, and much of adult life in general, there have been no true positives.
Cold Cheesecake – Dan Pfaff
Tuesday, November 29, 2011 13:02 — 2 Comments
I say to my wife I want to buy a motorcycle because it makes me feel better knowing I have one. Five years ago I sold mine to a teenager who handed me over three thousand dollars for it. I told myself it was the responsible thing to do. “We’ve been over this. Even if we could afford it, you’d run into a tree and leave me alone to raise the kids. You’re not twenty-five anymore. And even when you were twenty-five you weren’t capable enough to do the things you did then. You were lucky,†she says. “You’d be […]
Strangers – Ann Hostetler
Monday, November 28, 2011 13:46 — 0 Comments
Somewhere above Lincoln, Oregon
Guido In Hell – James Brantingham
Tuesday, November 22, 2011 13:38 — 0 Comments
It was the morning of the spring equinox, a Friday. Guido’s room grew dim. As total darkness filled his room, a light appeared. It was not the sun. His apartment faced west. The light beckoned Guido: “Come in, come in.†He sensed that his life was being drawn slowly towards the light–a warm, soft and tempting light. The light eased his fears. Then his heart stopped. At once the warm welcoming light faded. He saw shapes, shadows surrounding him, restless souls left to wander an empty, skyless world. Murmurs and desperate sighs drifted without purpose like cigarette smoke in a […]
This Myth – Rebecca Hoogs
Monday, November 21, 2011 14:19 — 0 Comments
This myth is about a girl lounging naked—
The Monarch Review Print Release Party!
Sunday, November 20, 2011 20:48 — 0 Comments
While copies will be available as soon as Oct. 31, The Monarch Review will celebrate the release of its print edition on Nov. 20 at 8 pm at The Pub at Third Place (corner of 65th St and 20th Ave. NE) The party will feature readings by Jim Brantingham, Rebecca Hoogs, Rebecca Bridge, Jed Myers, Julie Larios and Zac Hill, all of whom contributed work to the print edition. There will also be musical performances by Shana Cleveland, Brad Dunn and Evan Flory-Barnes!
Seattle Music: Syked Out – Jake Uitti
Thursday, November 17, 2011 13:50 — 14 Comments
Response to City Arts article by Jesse Sykes Jesse Sykes is a wonderful musician, a wonderful singer. Somehow, someway she learned the art of music and how to project it and share it with others. That education, however, seems to have not been applied to all aspects of her artist-life.
Simon Of The Desert – Susan Levi Wallach
Tuesday, November 15, 2011 13:17 — 0 Comments
Simon read the email several times. He stared at it, seeing not the words but the spaces between them, looking at the screen as if it were a newly discovered Caravaggio and he the curator. He stood up and walked to the window, turned around and went back to his desk, where he sat again, looking for the word he was certain was missing. Your wife is having an affair, the message read. A typo, surely, Simon thought. A mistake. The sender must have meant to insert the critical not within that compound verb — Your wife is not having […]
and loving you – Sharon F. Cramer
Monday, November 14, 2011 13:56 — 0 Comments
My fingers learn again
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
