“Americaâ€™s beautiful face is a conglomerate, a skin of managed myths. Peel it back and the beautiful is revealed as the brutal.” Kent Monroe looks at how racism is interconnected with what it means to be American.Read More
Kent Monroe lives with a delightful gang of cats and dogs in Troy, New Hampshire. He prefers to garden and write, but also works here and there to feed the gang. His words have appeared in Virginia Quarterly Review, New England Review, and The Write Room.
Returning contributor Kent Monroe discusses gender equality, why we need it and the consequences we face for lack of it.Read More
“‘Comedy is not pretty’ were Timothy Bunch’s last words/ –spoken from the electric chair…” Poem of the Week (December 10), by Kent Monroe.Read More
Poem of the Week (August 13), by Kent MonroeRead More
Kent Monroe on understanding the universe without the explanations offered by organized religions.Read More
“This is the spring I stop chasing love as if it were my tail…”
By Kent Monroe