2014 — The Monarch Review — Page 13
My Mom: The M.I.L.F. – Matthew Dexter
Wednesday, June 25, 2014 14:07 — 0 Comments
During the first wave of thunderstorms Mom promised we could touch her boobs–if we wanted–but first we had to prove our maturity by snorting a pyramid of fire ants during lightning strikes. She licked the coconut Popsicle and nestled the frosty rectangle into the slats between the rotting wood of our porch. It was white and icy crystals glistened in the dusk. The tips of our noses were sunburned with darkened freckles. Fireflies searched for places to hide. Termites scurried as Mom shut the screen door to quarantine the mosquitoes.
Three Songs To The Head vol. 13
Wednesday, June 25, 2014 10:30 — 0 Comments
Hello and welcome back to Three Songs to the Head where we share three songs that moved us, three songs we love, three songs we can’t get out of our heads! Today, we’re featuring Lucky Lawrence & the Souvenirs, Spekulation and Theoretics ft. Moe Betta. Enjoy!Â
Those Moments That Happen, An Improv Conversation
Tuesday, June 24, 2014 9:52 — 0 Comments
Four nights a week for four years of my life I climbed up the cobblestones of Post Alley past aproned smokers and Gum Wall gawkers. Below Pike Place, below a neon sign that made no noise, I would split the jutting line at the Unexpected Productions box-office and bow into the Dionysian temple that is the Market Theater.
A World on Wheels – Deepa Bhandaru
Wednesday, June 18, 2014 11:24 — 0 Comments
He had never sat in a chair like this before, a chair that let him swing from side to side, a chair with an axis on which he could rotate like a globe. Round and round, a world on wheels. He always thought sitting meant keeping still, and he avoided it when he could, but with this chair he could sit and spin, sit and swerve, sit and scoot across the floor. When he first sat down, he wheeled halfway to the door, but Miss Malti flashed him a reprimanding look, and he ground his feet into the carpet, determined […]
An Interview With Bryan Ohno
Wednesday, June 18, 2014 11:17 — 0 Comments
Bryan Ohno, owner of the Bryan Ohno Gallery downtown, is a sharp, thought out fellow who talks about art in a way that includes something very Seattle: the idea that the city’s creativity is in fact what bolsters its people just about as much as food and water. We had the luxury of chatting with Bryan about his talks with artists, his goals and his gallery. Enjoy!
Conscious Culture Festival
Tuesday, June 17, 2014 17:07 — 0 Comments
This weekend the hippies, festival tourists, love-seekers, and other assorted oddballs will be travelling past the middle of nowhere to the Barter Faire grounds in the hills above Tonasket for the fifth annual Conscious Culture Festival. Dozens of bands will be performing on the main stage and DJs will be spinning the dome stage. The Monarch Review is sending journalists to document the event, but we strongly encourage you to get some tickets for yourself and go have an adventure! Get your weekend passes here.
Robb Benson’s ‘Evergreen’
Monday, June 16, 2014 14:17 — 0 Comments
It’s probably been said before, but I will say it again: Robb Benson is a mad scientist. I’ve seen it. In his home, he retreats to his basement studio and writes some of the most moving music in Seattle – from pop music to instrumental soundtracks. And that is just what he’s done again with his The Evergreen State Movie Soundtrack.Â
Art Walk Verse – Yonnas Getahun
Friday, June 13, 2014 13:17 — 0 Comments
The Monarch Review sent writer Yonnas Getahun out to document Thursday’s Art Walk in verse and with photographs. Below is what he found…Â
Upon Failing in Another Relationship and Reading The Glass Essay, Condensed – Michael Moeller
Tuesday, June 10, 2014 10:22 — 0 Comments
I.
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