2012 — The Monarch Review — Page 7
Things We Must Not Mistake For Love – Piper Daniels
Tuesday, August 28, 2012 11:44 — 1 Comment
1.) We walk to the beach, lie among the driftwood. Do this because it’s easier here on your heart, sipping whiskey from paper cups, skipping rocks the sea returns.Â
The Monarch Review Fundraiser Bash!
Sunday, August 26, 2012 13:39 — 0 Comments
The staff at The Monarch Review are very excited to announce our first-annual fundraiser bash, slated for Sep. 13 from 8 pm – 1 am at The Tractor Tavern in Ballard! The evening will include musical performances by Jon Pontrello, Lonesome Shack and Corespondents and readings from Johnny Horton, Sierra Nelson and Rebecca Bridge. We will also offer trivia, a silent art auction and a plentiful raffle! Come enjoy some time hanging out with the folks of The Monarch, some tremendous artists and many of our friends as we throw a top-notch party for you and the wonderful Seattle community. […]
Mo’Fun
Friday, August 24, 2012 15:30 — 0 Comments
It’s so good, I almost don’t want to tell you about it.
Live Perception – Andrew Harris
Thursday, August 23, 2012 13:05 — 1 Comment
With as much music as there is in Seattle, we can expect an endless amount of opinions about what style, bands, and venues are great, and which one’s don’t make the cut. In this piece, we’re turned onto the perspective of one local music fan who has some things to say about how bands present themselves live. Andrew Harris is an avid show-goer, music lover, DJ, and the Promotions Director at Seattle University’s radio station, KSUB. Here’s the scoop from the man who knows–or at least has some strong opinions. 1. Never abuse your audience–rather, engage us. Remember, I could […]
The Threshold – Amy Frazier
Tuesday, August 21, 2012 12:28 — 8 Comments
“Click.†The abrupt sound of a cocked pistol aroused her from her slumber. She opened her eyes to a dark silhouette hovering over her, an oppressive weight bearing heavily down on her. “Puta! Pinche Vieja! This is the last time you’ll make a laughing mockery out of me!†snarled a man with a sinister voice, whose breath reeked of alcohol and cigarettes, mingled with the stench of sour sweat and cheap men’s cologne. “boom-Boom, boom-Boom, boom-Boom, boom-Boom!†The deafening sound of her heartbeat, pounding in her ears, nearly prevented Vanessa from recognizing her ex-husband’s voice. It took several seconds for […]
Phlogiston – Dennis Caswell
Sunday, August 19, 2012 13:43 — 2 Comments
People walk down the street in flames,
Touring With Bryan John Appleby
Thursday, August 16, 2012 22:31 — 1 Comment
If you don’t know who Bryan John Appleby is then, cool, most people probably don’t. But that’s a time in your life that’s destined to be over– starting now. Bryan is one of the northwest’s fastest rising stars, opening for bands like Deep Sea Diver and Lemolo, playing both Seattle’s Bumbershoot and City Arts Festival in the last year, and getting praised far and wide for his first full length solo album, “Fire on the Vine†(See a review here!). His music is dramatic, original, and best served with a cup of coffee and a cigarette in the morning, or […]
Ian Gill
Wednesday, August 15, 2012 16:57 — 1 Comment
A Ring A Day A ring is a circle, a shape that by definition is “simpleâ€. It is a closed curve and a line that lacks beginning or end. It is both a constant and a boundary, yet a common occurrence, one that surrounds our daily lives. Even so, we often forget that this shape can be our means of finding the shortest distance between two points. Long ago, I decided that I wanted to feature Ian’s work on The Monarch Review because, quite simply, it inspires me. His process is about time, skill, craftsmanship and ritual. Ian’s Ring A […]
Desiree – Susan V. Meyers
Tuesday, August 14, 2012 14:38 — 0 Comments
The girl, Desiree, was perched on the front steps when I arrived. Although we’d never met, I recognized her. She was lean and dark: a tan, black-haired child a little too tall for her age. The pants she wore were cut off crooked around the knee; her skin was muddied and her shirt stained. As I pulled into the driveway, she sat brushing the hair of a naked Barbie doll, her expression dull and unamused. The rest of the house lay still. Good. I’d told my mother that I didn’t want to be interrupted. But my chore, I realized, would […]
The answer isn't poetry, but rather language
- Richard Kenney
