Political Reporting – Nick Ravo
Tuesday, May 7, 2013 12:37 — 2 Comments
I was drunk on television once; no one noticed except a pumpkin hair-do, blonde, cute, primly seated next to me on a meet-the-media set. She smiled and said I looked relaxed. We fired at a governor running for senator who had married a president’s daughter. He lost because he received a massage by a former Miss Virginia with a pumpkin hair-do, blonde, cute, at the Pierre Hotel in New York. The winner was a famous football coach’s son, but he later blew his chances for reelection by calling blacks ‘ca-cas’. By then, the former Miss Virginia had posed for Playboy. I never appeared on […]
The Kapowsin Tavern – William Ford
Monday, May 6, 2013 14:12 — 1 Comment
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The Dustbowl Revival
Thursday, May 2, 2013 11:46 — 0 Comments
There’s a circus in your mind. It’s the one you want to return to, a circus with women in red sparkle dresses, trapeze artists so capable they make it look first-nature, animals walking on giant globes. This scene is the sound of the new album by the Dustbowl Revival, Carry Me Home.
Paper Roses – Jim Plath
Wednesday, May 1, 2013 11:51 — 2 Comments
In late spring, when I was ten years old, my father received orders to return to sea. In the fall of the previous year, my mother had taken a job as a cook in a nursing home to supplement the Navy’s meager pay and when Memorial Day came, she could find nobody to stay with me on my day-off from school. I, like most children at that age, lived in an idyllic naiveté, wherein I believed that no more than some secret combination of promises and pleas stood between my parents and capitulation. True to that form, I made my […]
Rodriguez Live at The Neptune
Friday, April 26, 2013 16:24 — 2 Comments
Rodriguez, hours before getting on stage to perform Thursday, walked slowly across the floor of the Neptune Theater to applause. The man was only being led, presumably, to the green room, or to some other part of the theater, but the people at the Neptune applauded his very existence, the very fact that he was here in Seattle to perform.
Three Songs To The Head – Vol. 3
Thursday, April 25, 2013 12:57 — 0 Comments
Hello and welcome back to our series, Three Songs To The Head, where we feature three songs that we love, three songs that are stuck in our dome, three songs we simply feel must be shared with you! This time we’re featuring work by COHO Mountain Stringticklers, Sebastian and the Deep Blue and In Cahoots. Songs that will move you in their own separate ways, songs that are perfect for a sunny day! Enjoy!
City Lighthouse 4 – John Osebold
Tuesday, April 23, 2013 13:18 — 0 Comments
NOT LYDIA is not named Lydia. She sits on a park bench one day and sees a mountain hovering over a parking lot. Such a thing! Her brain alights trying to figure it out but instead a piano is on fire underground. She can’t stop crying it’s so beautiful. A single lightbulb flickers on and a voiceover describes things you’re not seeing. A dead man sits with his back turned to us. We realize we’re outside. It’s night and we can’t speak. We just watch the dead man and wonder what his face is. NOT LYDIA spends an entire montage […]
Confabulation, Day 4 – John Englehardt
Monday, April 22, 2013 14:56 — 0 Comments
I remember Emily coming back from the family service center at Fort Benning with a purse full of brochures. One was called “The Challenges of Deployment,†written by Dr. Bruce Bell, who warned me in the first sentence that saying goodbye to my wife wasn’t going to be as romantic as I imagined. “The list of opportunities for crushed hopes is a long one,†he wrote. I remember feeling upset that the army would assume romance is the troll of my imagination, not fear.
Asthma – Ahsan Butt
Wednesday, April 17, 2013 12:33 — 2 Comments
Turbulence used to terrify me. Before I developed the ability, turbulence felt like God’s judgment finally deciding on us. I hated planes. I used to pray so desperately.
Black Bags – Peter Brav
Thursday, April 11, 2013 12:00 — 0 Comments
The last time Hank remembered this much religious fervor in the neighborhood was the day Robin Green came home from Camp Pakatawa in the Catskills, declaring that she had talked to God at the bottom of the lake that separated boy hands from girl underwear. They were all 15 back then and God was delivering daily excuses for doubt in black bags with return addresses in Southeast Asia. There seemed no reason though to doubt Robin, one of the best students Red Oak Middle School had ever seen. She excelled at Math and Social Studies and had even made a […]
The answer isn't poetry, but rather language
- Richard Kenney
Book Release and Reading Feb. 6
January 6th, 2016
Hello fellow readers, travelers and Monarchians! Our first book, Traveling Light, written by Seattle author, Jim Brantingham, is now for sale! And we will be throwing a release party for it Feb. 6 at 6pm in Ravenna Third Place Books (on the corner of 65th and 20th NE). Jim will be reading from the book and there will be guest readers accompanying him. Space is limited, so we suggest you come early. Books can be bought through this link here or at Ravenna Third Place Books (which just ordered it’s second wave of books). We are super excited for this release and […]
