2012 — The Monarch Review — Page 5
Three Songs To The Head
Thursday, September 27, 2012 23:24 — 0 Comments
My favorite thing about being music might be finding those songs that you can’t get enough of–ones that sit in the sweet spot of every mix you make, and the ones that are always queued up on your iPod when someone asks, “What should we listen to now?â€Â Three Songs To The Head is about the tunes that have  been all over my headphones for weeks now, and I apologize in advance for your own obsession that may follow hearing them. Enjoy!
No Other World – Lillian Nickerson
Tuesday, September 25, 2012 16:39 — 1 Comment
I grew my grandmother’s legs
The Popcorn Tree – Noel Hoffman
Tuesday, September 25, 2012 12:55 — 1 Comment
“Oh, it is wonderful!†she said.
The Monarch Drinks With Heather McHugh
Monday, September 24, 2012 11:38 — 0 Comments
“Are you a sex therapist or something?” a waitress asks Heather McHugh as she drops off a drink at our little corner of the bar at Taverna Mazi.Â
On Being Nominated For A ‘Genius Award’ – Shaun Scott
Friday, September 21, 2012 10:57 — 0 Comments
It dawned on me awhile back that my most beloved professional and recreational activities in life all share the word “shootâ€: pool, basketball, and especially film.
9/12 – Tom Larsen
Tuesday, September 18, 2012 12:17 — 0 Comments
The day after the Trade Centers came down I drove my brother Rob to yet another VA hospital. Admission had been scheduled a few weeks earlier and in light of events, could have been postponed, but he was ready and I was anxious to get it over with. For the next six months he would wrestle with his demons in the foothills of the Adirondacks. The Bath complex offers intensive therapy and occupational training and is the showpiece of the program, according to the literature. How my brother came to be placed there is fairly miraculous. With no health insurance […]
Of Today and Today Only – John Fenlon Hogan
Monday, September 17, 2012 17:55 — 0 Comments
And here in the thicket of us, she’s scouring
Nook! Biscuits!
Friday, September 14, 2012 11:41 — 1 Comment
It’s a smidgen of a place and never quiet. Chilly mornings leave the inside of the windows fogged impenetrably, framing the owl-embedded sign in a shroud of biscuit steam. The inside is fetching, too – with makeshift plaid-upholstered booths and mason-jar pendant lamps, it’s cute but just scruffy enough to spare it from pretention. If that doesn’t beckon a hungry Ave-dweller inside, I don’t know what could.Â
Completely Random, Completely Awesome – Vibe Warrior
Thursday, September 13, 2012 15:52 — 0 Comments
Occasionally, completely random shit happens, and you find yourself in a new, unique, and altogether unexpected situation – this is  exactly how last Thursday was for me and how I came across Vibe Warrior and the song that hasn’t left my speakers for more than 15 minutes in the last week.
Hand, Nails, Left, Right – William Hoffacker
Tuesday, September 11, 2012 14:11 — 0 Comments
This isn’t Emily’s first time to the beach, but it is her first time with me. As soon as I slide the gear shift into park, my seven-year-old daughter unclicks her seat belt and reaches for the door handle. Before she can pull it, I press the lock button on my armrest. All the little black lock nubs hide in their holes. “Hold on a second, sweetie.†I reach for the small knapsack in the back seat, open the zipper and pull out a pocket-sized, black notepad, my latest Emily Book, number twenty since the divorce. She fidgets in her […]
The answer isn't poetry, but rather language
- Richard Kenney
