2012 — The Monarch Review — Page 8
The Zaftig Ecdysiast – Stephen Morehead
Monday, August 13, 2012 21:39 — 2 Comments
Grandfather’s Bones are turning to poppy and stone.
La Bête
Friday, August 10, 2012 12:26 — 0 Comments
You will find yourself anon in the kitchen, almost literally: walking in, a dark wood bar is the only divide between the patron and the vigorous galley; I wondered if I hadn’t gone in the back door by mistake. A table found it’s way to me directly, sans reservation, by a host in plainclothes.
Tiffany Pruitt
Wednesday, August 8, 2012 9:51 — 0 Comments
I can’t tell you when the story began, only that it has traveled and evolved as we have from children into adults. Chena was from Alaska, she was a beautiful black and white Siberian Husky, found by my father during one of his adventures. Homeless and itching for family she came to live with us. As the tale goes, blessed by two little girls and a wonderful companion my mother and father could hope for nothing more, but longed for one more piece of life to round out the circle and complete the dream of their happy family. They asked […]
The Circle Of Strife – k.c. callagy
Tuesday, August 7, 2012 13:24 — 6 Comments
Tonight I will confront Dandelion Wine and ask, “What’s a dirty ol’ wench like you doing in a fine castle like this?†I write bad medieval jokes for a living. These inane comments make up most of my routine, and it’s a bit dull. I need new material.
Manufacturing Renaissance: An Interview with Greg Lundgren
Saturday, August 4, 2012 13:18 — 1 Comment
Seattle artist Greg Lundgren—impresario of Vital 5 Productions, The Hideout and Vito’s—believes
The Burgundian Tavern
Friday, August 3, 2012 12:34 — 0 Comments
A happy union of principled food and poetic beer
El Mago – Hounds of the Wild Hunt
Thursday, August 2, 2012 11:50 — 0 Comments
With a name like Hounds of the Wild Hunt and an album titled “El Mago,†it’s hard to know exactly what you’re going to get before you listen to this Seattle band’s first full-length record. Thoughts of folky, beard-inspired harmonies and rich guitar sounds whizzed around curiously in my head. Yet visions of a hardcore band looking to tear someone’s face off at every chord change circled in my mind as well. Or, “Maybe it’s going to be a pop album,†I thought. What I found out: with Hounds of the Wild Hunt, it’s all of the above, which is […]
Francesca Lohmann
Wednesday, August 1, 2012 18:01 — 0 Comments
A few months ago I placed a flower between the pages of a beloved book for safe-keeping. An innocent act motivated by the need to preserve some tangible piece of a moment that moved too quickly, and a last ditch effort to hold time in suspension out of fear of its passing. But, it does, the minutes tick away and the pages of our lives turn without our notice and an entirely new chapter begins. While I wasn’t aware of it, the touch of this rose, smashed between the layers of a narrative, had colored the pages surrounding it. Its […]
the children in rags – the fire-breathers – myself – Fernando Flores
Tuesday, July 31, 2012 12:35 — 1 Comment
Reynosa: that grey border city where I was born, now submerged under water after the drugstorm. I was born in a hospital downtown that was demolished five years after, but that’s when the city first made an impression on me, even then, still a young boy, around the time my family made the move to the US. My father grabbed a dark brick from the site as a memento and brought it back like a powdery loaf of burned bread to take with us across. I remember Reynosa grainy now, like an old Italian film or footage of the first […]
The answer isn't poetry, but rather language
- Richard Kenney
