2014 — The Monarch Review — Page 17
Three Poems – Maged Zaher
Thursday, April 24, 2014 10:23 — 0 Comments
Then they baptized me with dirt and I became fit to smell the perfumes of the world.
Open-Source Living vol. 6 – Jessie Sawyers
Wednesday, April 23, 2014 10:50 — 0 Comments
Well, here I am, four months out from my previous post. One of my goals this year, and the focus of my ongoing entries here on Monarch, was to produce a music concert with my dear friends and musicians Josh Rawlings, Evan Flory-Barnes, and Jeremy Jones of The Teaching. I am thrilled to say that a concert is happening on May 4th at the Triple Door, though not in the way I had been planning – but that’s perfectly okay. I find that it’s a wild journey bringing creative ideas to fruition, best pursued with a healthy dose of letting […]
An Interview With Chandler Woodfin
Wednesday, April 23, 2014 8:30 — 1 Comment
Chandler Woodfin was gracious enough to offer her art for our latest print edition, Monarch 3, she was even chosen as the cover artist for the book. Her work is bright, beautiful, abstract, generous, precarious. She is also a new mom. We had the chance to chat with Chandler about her work, her recent life balancing act and her new work.Â
Sorrowful Waltz in the Garden – Kelli Russell Agodon
Tuesday, April 22, 2014 9:52 — 0 Comments
Beauty is imperfect and messy. God
Monarch Podcast #7 – Shaun Scott
Thursday, April 17, 2014 11:01 — 0 Comments
Shaun Scott is a writer, filmmaker and one well-dressed dude. He stopped by to chat with The Monarch Review’s Jake Uitti and Sean De Tore about social media addiction, his previous few films and to listen to one of Jay-Z’s best songs (since Shaun, Jake and Sean are all original east coast boys). Have a listen!
Bomb – Jennifer Martelli
Wednesday, April 16, 2014 12:19 — 1 Comment
After they started the morphine drip after they took out the breathing tubes
Thinking About AWP 2014 in Seattle – Scott T. Starbuck
Wednesday, April 16, 2014 12:11 — 0 Comments
As poets and story tellers met, sea stars melted unexplainably
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
