The Monarch Review sent writer Yonnas Getahun out to document Thursday’s Art Walk in verse and with photographs. Below is what he found… 

The travesty becomes the thing

which once was only fancied.

How have you come at this?
To be a Kerouac vision
with Sputnik in your eyes.

I know. We look differently.

Brides of Ecclesiastes

Let us start blank…

Photo of construction on 600 E. Pike St by Yonnas T Getahun

P:  Ennui Duende by Siolo Thompson @Joe Bar

The perils adrift at bay
a breaking quarrel

all the deviousness of markets thrill
I plan and falter and often at this

I think about Michel de Montaigne
and the death he often dreamt
so I arrive dead, complicit and effectual
at the velocity of teething

P: Cranial Tendrills by Michelle Anderset @Cafe Victrola

The eternal exchange
the fractured infinity
to remain abstract and golden
and divisible

P : Motel Room by Rachis Bouhamidf @ Blindfold Gallery

“All we need are two dimensions
time is wildly pouring bleach
at the frost of our mouth”

P: Wild at Heart by Cait Willis @ Ghost Gallery

so soil
so wo(m)an
so golden
starfish in your eyes

P Ascending Figure Descending by Cait Willis

Leafless when I begin to write you this. The hope has died.  It is just grief and disaster.  I am at this place suddenly friendless but not an enemy to myself.  I have to dig my way out of this. I can hear you laughing now.

After all the debates I have become religious. And, yes, righteous.

P:  Hark by Olivia Knapp @ Glasswing Shop

Waiting for yesteryear
howlin for your van Nuys eyes
worn in at the heels
drunk, desperate, and dead
Ma is waiting for me
Kicking and screaming
at the graphite sun

P:  Synesthesia by Tim Manthey @ Victrola Coffee on E. Pike

P: God is a lesbian NFS Joey Velktamp @ Cupcake Royale