Strangers – Ann Hostetler
Monday, November 28, 2011 13:46 — 0 Comments
Somewhere above Lincoln, Oregon
Guido In Hell – James Brantingham
Tuesday, November 22, 2011 13:38 — 0 Comments
It was the morning of the spring equinox, a Friday. Guido’s room grew dim. As total darkness filled his room, a light appeared. It was not the sun. His apartment faced west. The light beckoned Guido: “Come in, come in.†He sensed that his life was being drawn slowly towards the light–a warm, soft and tempting light. The light eased his fears. Then his heart stopped. At once the warm welcoming light faded. He saw shapes, shadows surrounding him, restless souls left to wander an empty, skyless world. Murmurs and desperate sighs drifted without purpose like cigarette smoke in a […]
This Myth – Rebecca Hoogs
Monday, November 21, 2011 14:19 — 0 Comments
This myth is about a girl lounging naked—
Simon Of The Desert – Susan Levi Wallach
Tuesday, November 15, 2011 13:17 — 0 Comments
Simon read the email several times. He stared at it, seeing not the words but the spaces between them, looking at the screen as if it were a newly discovered Caravaggio and he the curator. He stood up and walked to the window, turned around and went back to his desk, where he sat again, looking for the word he was certain was missing. Your wife is having an affair, the message read. A typo, surely, Simon thought. A mistake. The sender must have meant to insert the critical not within that compound verb — Your wife is not having […]
and loving you – Sharon F. Cramer
Monday, November 14, 2011 13:56 — 0 Comments
My fingers learn again
Ketchikan Alaska 1994 – Robert Franklin
Thursday, November 10, 2011 12:57 — 0 Comments
Sitting on musty carpet
High Fidelity – Mark Hage
Tuesday, November 8, 2011 12:44 — 1 Comment
He held a copy of Barthelme’s Forty Stories. She sat across with husband and baby carriage. They went home. She rolled the infant toward him. She opened the door and left. That night, in a spare bedroom, the husband saw her with a book. What are you reading, he said. She looked up. She did not answer. This is the book that man was reading on the subway, the husband said. The man who got out on 51st. A child wept. She scanned the titles. Past the midpoint, she stopped at The Temptation of St. Anthony and started to read.
Questions – Peycho Kanev
Saturday, November 5, 2011 13:02 — 0 Comments
On the street, the grizzled, bygone Time stops me and asks:
White – Vanessa Young
Thursday, November 3, 2011 17:23 — 0 Comments
Let us make no angels finding none here.
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
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 […]
