Category Archives: Poetry

Jonathan Chen, is a senior at the University of San Diego. He currently writes a column for the school newspaper. He sent the Monkey the following poems. The Monkey said, and I quote, “Go Man, GO!”. PLAYER I can’t live without you you said with a sickening yet earnest expression You won’t die for her […]

The Monkey’s friend and caretaker. He spends his weekends scouring the pages of the Greasy Monkey Web Site here, for spelling errors and links that don’t work. But you know, every once in a while, he and the Monkey sit down and drag the ink pen across blank ledger pads with reckless abandon. This, Until […]

I am Rosa Clement, a wife, a mother of two girls, a computer programmer, and what I most like to be: a poet. I’m also a Brazilian who lived in Hawaii for the last five years and now has returned home. In Hawaii, I started writing poems, something I always thought of doing since I […]

I write and talk too much. I write and sidekick for the nationally syndicated Weekly Rear View Radio Show. I co-host the regionally syndicated “Everybody’s Cooking” on public radio. My fourth cookbook is in the works. I just completed editing and retranslating (with the author) the war diary of a 12-year-old Bosnian poet (published in […]

Buried Love I thought the days were going by fast, I thought it was getting so easy, I’d forgotten, and I thought I was getting over it, but I’m not. I continually shove the pain deeper into my soul, but sometimes I quietly allow myself to feel the abandonment. I won’t allow myself to show […]

All the way from Flint, Michigan Pam Padilla once again croons these smooth and gentle sounds. The Monkey – he grins behind his vintage 1930 Ray Ban glasses. He loves her style. CONTRAST They saw for the first time the beauty of a rainbow. They asked all the little kid questions, how – what – […]

Poem’s by Marlene Groth Roses Of Sunset Blush Two rose bushes grew side by side, Mother planted pink and yellow with pride, I helped secure the red and white, A rose garden conversation day and night, Each sherbert fragrance will enhance, A true admirer, of a rose entrance. Each was meant to grow with harmony, […]

Winter Pears On a wooden swing hanging From the highest bough Of his back yard pear tree We learned to fly at the Speed of dreams on summer Afternoons, leaning back And gripping rusted Chains and looking far up Into thick foliage that hid The dark limbs that held us. From the tall tree that […]

David Sutherland is lead editor for a publication called “Recursive Angel” which looks for poetry, fiction and art on the net. Additionally, He has had the good fortune of seeing his own works in a number of publications with recent pieces appearing in “The Trincoll Review” and “The Poetry Forum”. David is a member of […]

A Winter Memory Late January His wandering eye roams me like an intrigued stranger, amused and aloof – urbane in a farmtown. I pull back my hair and – shoulders straight as the lone white birch pensive near the barn – rashly, staunchly warrant his investigation. My shadow lies, its edges unwavering. If cut, would […]