2012 — The Monarch Review
The Monarch Drinks With Willy Vlautin
Friday, December 28, 2012 10:57 — 0 Comments
The night before I met Willy Vlautin for breakfast, a mutual acquaintance asked me what I thought of Vlautin’s voice. “Sometimes I wonder if he really needs to talk like that,†he said. “I love Willy, but I wonder if he’s holding on to that.â€
Pistols Rifles Shotguns and Shovels – Andrew Dwyer
Monday, December 24, 2012 14:12 — 2 Comments
Toes
For Seven Days – Dan Klen
Tuesday, December 18, 2012 14:08 — 0 Comments
He stayed at the guesthouse on the other side of the poppy field. She watched him walk down the dirt path in the early mornings, after she had cut and fried potatoes for her father and younger brother. She watched from the corner of the barn, from behind the cypress tree—dying from a boring longhorn beetle. He would go to the edge of the farm, near the creek. Setting up an easel in the shade, he would paint.
Scenes From The Reverse Metamorphosis – Robert Yune
Tuesday, December 11, 2012 12:41 — 0 Comments
I One morning, a beetle turned into a man. The setting: an observation room in the corner of a basement laboratory. Two unpainted concrete walls, one with a large circular window. The other two made of shatterproof glass, with a glass door.
Three Songs To The Head – Vol. 2
Thursday, December 6, 2012 23:58 — 0 Comments
Welcome back to Three Songs To The Head – A small collection of songs that saturate my daily routines, and, subsequently, my co-worker’s as well (sorry guys!). This edition is 2/3rds brother-inspired and features Seattle bands that all have a completely different approach on what makes a “catchy†song. So relax, enjoy, and get ready to be obsessed!
Jeremy Freedman
Wednesday, December 5, 2012 18:48 — 0 Comments
“Between the idea And the reality Between the motion And the act Falls the Shadow” -T.S. Eliot We, as reluctantly self motivated beings and physical entities of this universe will always be removed by perspective.
The Departure – Michael W. Shurgot
Tuesday, December 4, 2012 12:43 — 0 Comments
The crimson cars of the Night Scotsman slumbered under the tarred canopy of Kings Cross Station. Far ahead on track # 13, nearly invisible in the November fog, the sleek, sensuous 4-6-0 Black 5 locomotive panted patiently, hissing white smoke from its six drivers while, as if obeying its own internal rhythm, belching steam and soot that mingled with the fog to thicken the fetid air. Baggage handlers hastily rolled carts full of luggage, handbags, purses and hat boxes down the platform toward the waiting cars, where they unloaded their cargo onto the sleeping cars and first and second class […]
Elder Care – Kirby Wright
Monday, December 3, 2012 12:35 — 3 Comments
Mark sticks his mother Mary in a kennel beside the television. It’s the best solution, he thinks, easier than having her run loose around the house getting into trouble. Once he caught her painting on the wall like Rembrandt. Another time she was out back chewing a daffodil. “Bad Mummy,†Mark scolded. Mary’s grown accustomed to the cramped kennel quarters and spends most of her time dreaming. Sometimes Mark sees her kicking legs and flailing arms as if she’s running.
Andrew Crooks
Tuesday, November 27, 2012 17:32 — 0 Comments
The light of the chandelier overhead slowly dims while the velvety ruby curtains drag their weight to either side of the stage, slowly opening to reveal… In his photographs, Andrew becomes the director, the actors, the stagehands and set designers, he is the orchestra, the ushers and the audience all at once, living out his stories as truths. Each time I view his work some part of me feels that I have slipped inside the head of a boy, to view the playful and colorful picture show of an active imagination. And, like a fly on the wall I have […]
The answer isn't poetry, but rather language
- Richard Kenney
