On Writing, On Wednesday: The Very First Line

On Writing, On Wednesday: The Very First Line

This is stupid. That’s the first thing I thought when the idea came to me to write about writing, which seemed no different from a balloon maker noodling up a poodle figurine at a circus side show and instead of selling it to the five-year-old cotton-candy-eater who wants one, telling

I Finally Did It

I Finally Did It

Dear Friends, Today is kind of epic in the history of little word studio. Why? I published a book. Well, an eBook but it’s there on Amazon.com, alive and well, like a literary embryo floating amid the goop of the Interwebs, ready to breath its first baby-book breath into your tablet,

Brews with Views: The 2016 Newport Beach Beerfest

Brews with Views: The 2016 Newport Beach Beerfest

I hate to be the one to say this but Shakespeare had it wrong: To beer or not to beer—that is the real question. The answer? Let’s have the 2016 Newport Beach Beerfest respond, because it’s happening at Newport Dunes this Saturday from 7 p.m. to 10 p.m. Newport Beach Beerfest, an O.C. tradition that brings quality brews beachside each year,

On Meditation, In London

On Meditation, In London

He paid the taxi cab and stepped onto the street. The ground was still slick and sheeny from the afternoon rain and he took care where he treaded, moving in a tip toe to prevent all 6’7” of him from skidding on the pavement, a heap of gangly limbs and

Harvest and the Yams

Harvest and the Yams

Harvest was born under the shadow of a half-moon. In the scope of his life, it wasn’t the most significant fact about him but it forever hung there, like the half-moon itself, way in the back of a mind mostly empty and then rose to the front whenever Harvest thought

The Art Director

The Art Director

It was late in the day, the light tinny and waxen, a final push of sunshine before darkness. But morning or midnight, the time mattered little to a broody art director named Simon; every molecule of air around the Sour Milk Gallery had been curdled with failure for weeks. He lit

Featured Friday: Slasher Mag

Featured Friday: Slasher Mag

Like James Dean in a perfectly worn leather jacket, Slasher Mag defines cool. The online publication has a certain je ne sais quoi that is hard to describe but, with a quick glance at some recent Slasher posts, easy to understand. (Bonus: Editor-In-Chief Elodie Parthenay’s Instagram gives the most seriously chic vibes.) So,

Gimmicks In The Sky

Gimmicks In The Sky

By Melissa Marni No one of any importance had ever heard of Earnest Cole. No one had ever said things like, “Oh, that Earnest Cole, can you believe what he’s done now?” Or, “I wonder what Earnest Cole is eating for breakfast today.” No one knew what he was doing

In The Bag

In The Bag

By Melissa Marni His skin was old and ashen. Not ashen like a cigarette but ashen like the scorched embers of a campfire that had been left burning too long. Nikolai was the exact opposite: A tan-skinned, lanky figure of twenty six, with sun-dipped curls in his hair and a

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