2012 — The Monarch Review — Page 13
ON NOT GETTING HIRED – Ron Riekki
Monday, May 7, 2012 13:00 — 0 Comments
It’s OK. I have knees. My hotel
Jenna Kuiper
Wednesday, May 2, 2012 7:00 — 0 Comments
I am an admitted mass collector. I frequently find beauty in objects of the most mundane and mostly from Goodwill. I compulsively pick up or purchase items, trashed and looked over by others. Eventually these objects become little descriptive words in my visual encyclopedia and find themselves on display in the micro world of my apartment. Each with intent, their display is meant to describe a piece of my conscious life, a word in my narrative and part of my personal story to the visitor or guest. After their arrangement I find myself revisiting these objects in an almost obsessive […]
Eggs – Eland Summers
Tuesday, May 1, 2012 15:14 — 2 Comments
Herald stood at the refrigerator door, palpating the egg he had just taken from the carton. He had made the carton himself from wood pulp and old newspapers. He also farmed the egg himself, from his chickens that he had out back in the chicken coop, which was a little shack that he had built especially for the hens. Herald was proud of his industrious nature and felt close to his work. He continued to feel the egg. Something was off. It was heavy. He shifted it from one hand to the other, letting it drop a little into each […]
Garden Song – Mia Ayumi Malhotra
Monday, April 30, 2012 12:58 — 1 Comment
Knives. Your children are coming to dinner
Larry Bob Phillips
Wednesday, April 25, 2012 19:56 — 0 Comments
It is difficult to visually depict memory. It’s not until sleep that our brains siphon through the massive amount of information that fills our heads in a waking day. And, even after the cataloging efforts of sense-making we are left with multi-layered snapshots which evoke in most part emotional reactions to sights, smells and sounds. A memory of a street corner can contain an overall sense of space, mixed perspectives, tear outs and clippings, of figures, shadows, smells, colors, lines, animals or trash all of which seem to be scattered on top of each other. Memory is not linear. The […]
Bully-Cops – Katie Hoffman
Tuesday, April 24, 2012 13:51 — 0 Comments
Dear Bully-Cops, I fracture the cloud that holds myself together to tell you which way the driveway faces, simply because it’s sinking. Had the neighborhood kids been wishing or climbing those cropped trees, I’d have fainted in the worst place. You have the rest of the grass in the world to talk, but allow me my iron bridge, my island, but know and please honor all body impressions in the snow, all of them, because wolves pray, too. The friendliest bear wanted to come over to my house to eat dinner, but the second friendliest bear got unhappy and tore […]
Let Me Sleep 20 More Minuets – Kathleen Flenniken
Monday, April 23, 2012 13:27 — 0 Comments
. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â –note from Elisabeth, age 12
A Celebration of the Sonnet – Katie Wilson
Sunday, April 22, 2012 13:41 — 1 Comment
It may be that a poetic form as venerable as the sonnet does not especially need new celebration. Poets still write sonnets, after all – even if to some the form may seem antiquated, oppressive, or just plain uninteresting. And the sonnets of centuries past are still read, studied, and appreciated, from Petrarch to Shakespeare, and on through the Romantics and the Moderns. There are popular and beloved sonnets that nearly everyone has read and still remembers, at least in name: Shakespeare’s “Sonnet 18” that begins “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?â€, Shelley’s “Ozymandias”, Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s “How Do I […]
Ode To Flotation Device – Rachel Kessler
Thursday, April 19, 2012 13:12 — 0 Comments
You forced my head down.
Cynthia Brinich-Langlois
Tuesday, April 17, 2012 17:27 — 0 Comments
The concept of the undisturbed landscape is foreign to most in Western culture. Yet it is our human desire to find and conquer space, to claim land. With so little left to fence and flag we currently find ourselves looking to outer space, reaching out to discover and ultimately claim that which is outside our earthly boundaries. In Sanguine Estates, a series of mixed media prints, Cynthia Brinich-Langlois explores aspects of this concept. In particular she invites us to imagine our life on Mars, quite possibly our closest hope. Crater Neighbors Serigraph and Color Pencil 22″ x 30″ Bubble House […]
The answer isn't poetry, but rather language
- Richard Kenney
