2012 — The Monarch Review — Page 4
Ellen Ziegler
Wednesday, October 17, 2012 18:28 — 0 Comments
I have to admit that when first viewing Ellen’s series Body Double, my initial reaction was one of apprehension. This trepidation came from a place of fear, and more specifically fear of the unknown and then, the fear of the unknown me. Halted by the pop quiz of her Rorschach’s, I suddenly felt ill-equipped to answer for myself.Â
Q: Why Do I Wear A Necktie? – Richard Kenney
Monday, October 15, 2012 13:44 — 0 Comments
1. Â A necktie is upward-tending, like a noose, or a steeple.Â
Luwak Coffee
Friday, October 12, 2012 12:47 — 0 Comments
I walked into Lucid Lounge around 8pm on a Wednesday to try a new coffee just imported to Seattle. In fact, Lucid is the only place that sells this coffee in town. It is $12.99 for a cup and $75 per 3.5 OZ bag. Why? Because it’s very rare. How rare? Well, that’s the shitty part. Literally.
We Regret The Illusion: Typos, Fact Checkers And The Cult Of Sic – Michael Thomsen
Thursday, October 11, 2012 12:39 — 0 Comments
“We don’t have fact checkers,” an editor once told me, “so if there’s a mistake, it’s your ass.” I was writing a difficult story, based on months of research about a subject that had no widely accepted experimental record. In the process of working through six different drafts, we wrestled back and forth over my word choices, him trimming explanations he thought too long, and then asking for more specificity about other ideas I’d condensed into single-sentence glosses. In almost every draft I discovered a note where he would ask me to fact check a sentence he had put into […]
Two Stories – Paul Vega
Tuesday, October 9, 2012 13:28 — 1 Comment
Pinch Point The salmon fell so fast the blood tank overflowed and whoever was nearest had to toss them back in. I was the one sorting, smashing the foot pedal down as hard as I could to keep up.
A Shade of Black – Courtney Hitson
Monday, October 8, 2012 15:30 — 0 Comments
Black like batting eyelashes. As if a black squandering of itself.
Lea Anderson
Wednesday, October 3, 2012 19:56 — 3 Comments
When I view Lea’s work I can’t help but see her eye. I mean that quite literally. I see her eye, magnified, looking back at me through the lens of her microscope, reading and whispering the secrets of what she sees. Most of us can’t help but see things on the largest of scales, can’t help but imply grandeur to our perspective, to the now, the immediate world we experience. We see the grand implications in tiny motions, imply finality to the smallest of words and view the crust rather than the depth of the core. In Lea’s work we […]
The Fabulists – Devin Walsh
Tuesday, October 2, 2012 12:42 — 1 Comment
The ridiculous version: driving away from the Laundromat one day, she was mesmerized by the sway of his Toyota’s truck nuts, followed him home and, when confronted, confessed to as much.
ANDRE BRETON SHARES HIS MUSE – Paulann Petersen
Monday, October 1, 2012 16:06 — 0 Comments
whose hair is a highway, darkway,
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