2013 — The Monarch Review — Page 21
inner space man
Tuesday, March 19, 2013 12:32 — 0 Comments
While enjoying an evening with a dear friend in an elegant, bustling pub, my ears were pleasantly titillated with a musical gem that played on the overhead speaker system. Within a few moments our conversation stood at a standstill while we took a brief intermission from our delectable dinner to uncontrollably bob our heads to the gentle pulsating bass and nostalgia-filled 8-bit sounds that emanated from above. Flagging down and inquiring with the nearest waiter revealed that the attention grabbing song was entitled “I-Rock Z: A Hero’s Heroic Outro†by a local Seattle artist dubbed “inner space man†off his […]
The Monarch Drinks With Lindy West
Monday, March 11, 2013 12:16 — 2 Comments
“I just got a stomachache.”
Dallas Area Rapid Transit – Michael Nagel
Thursday, March 7, 2013 12:07 — 1 Comment
My first night in this apartment I laid awake listening to the rail bells ring, thinking I would never sleep again. The bells rang when the train came and when it left, every seven minutes, and I stared at my ceiling for hours wondering why I’d never noticed how loud this city was. Now I’ve lived here three years and I can’t hear the bells anymore. They’ve become part of my silence. I sleep just fine.Â
Kelly Nutley
Wednesday, March 6, 2013 16:04 — 0 Comments
We are followed in life by memory. It’s the bags we travel with. Good or bad we label and tag them, attach them to our path and drag them with us as we walk, trudge, stroll and fly through life. We depend on these carefully packaged items to form a picture of ourselves. But, what if this precious cargo was lost, not by intent but by the airlines of neurons that we depend on to ship, carry and move us to our connecting flights, forced by time and age. Kelly’s work is almost overtly subjective. It is like the ambience […]
The Ruins – Piper Daniels
Tuesday, March 5, 2013 12:48 — 0 Comments
There were things neighbors wouldn’t notice about the two-story cedar on Pierce Street. Things beyond the bright teal door, garlanded by evergreens and, in the spring, deep purple impatiens (also known as touch-me-nots) peeking shyly from beds of mulch. Â
The Mess Before The Fast – Jason Graff
Monday, March 4, 2013 10:43 — 0 Comments
Washed out brokers pilfered gold chains from around the necks of some pool table’s gambier obsessed denizens by the lampless shade a few crumbs ago. Twiddling their escape thimbles, they hillocked a silvery verge.Â
What Is It That Happens – Sheryl Noethe
Thursday, February 28, 2013 17:50 — 0 Comments
1. Something happens, nothing is said.Â
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
