2011 — The Monarch Review — Page 5
A CHIP OFF THE OLD BLOCK – Barbara Tramonte
Monday, October 3, 2011 13:52 — 0 Comments
Every time I go to my dentist
Past The Pequea River – George Korolog
Thursday, September 29, 2011 14:45 — 0 Comments
On you, atop sun baked August skin,
The Decoy – Andrew Olson
Tuesday, September 27, 2011 14:25 — 0 Comments
They sat on their haunches in the wide, circling drive between the shed and the farmhouse; the soft plinks of beebees sounding as they loaded the cock action gun. Barn swallows sat perched above them on the powerline, conversing as the sun began to descend over the wheat fields, past the westernmost machinery barn. The brothers, overalled and barefoot, picked up the stray beebees that were now coated with a fine layer of dust from the drive in front of the barn. Isaac, the younger of the two, poured a few of the small objects into his palm and then, […]
Not That I Want To Be There – Christine Hope Starr
Monday, September 26, 2011 14:14 — 0 Comments
When the last child was born, we surmise,
Houdini’s Dreams – Christopher Roe
Thursday, September 22, 2011 16:51 — 1 Comment
He put his aging dreams
An Unanswered Letter – Antoinette Constable
Tuesday, September 20, 2011 14:05 — 1 Comment
During the second winter of WWII, Madame Esmée Lorseignac wrapped in shawls in her unheated house, sat at her desk and composed a letter she posted the same day.
Dancing Around The Truth: After ‘Getting Ready’ By Marcia Phillips – Kim Baker
Monday, September 19, 2011 13:58 — 0 Comments
A pair of ballerina wannabees in cotton candy tutus
Note From The Ocean – Claire Barnard
Thursday, September 15, 2011 14:23 — 0 Comments
women come along
Hitcher – Jenny Xie
Tuesday, September 13, 2011 14:08 — 0 Comments
After three hours on I-5 North, Howard gave up on the radio. The announcer’s voice was pockmarked with static, and the songs were worn thin and mournful from overuse. He switched it off in the middle of an old rock song—Cat Stevens—and enjoyed the sudden silence. The road muttered warmly under the tires. The setting sun sent splinters of gold light across the windshield. Shifting in his seat, Howard watched the hand on the speedometer tremble towards eighty. If he kept it up, he could make it home to Lauren before ten. Hopefully she’d have left his dinner in the […]
Navigator – Claire Barnard
Monday, September 12, 2011 12:49 — 0 Comments
one night alone after too much
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
