Two blocks due north from the sharpest bend of the Chesapeake River sat a small brownstone apartment home with three broken blue shutters that lilted and groaned in the wind. Much to the chagrin of Mr. Rodolpho Rinnovo, the ever-corpulent owner of the apartment home, these blue shutters had been
“The most useful of the natural sciences, yet the least advanced, strikes me as being the science of man.” – Jean-Jacques Rousseau Emilie Valentin watched the early morning light, filmy and thin, escape from her drawing room window as she took a third and final drag on her half-finished cigarette.
[This story is part of an ongoing project called little word art, artistic collaborations with various passionate and talented illustrators from around the world. Learn more about this artist here.] The first time Leander fell in love, it was in complete darkness. This was also the only time he ever fell in
“Our mission is to correct only the most flagrant name confusions, leaving undisturbed much that is to be regretted but can be endured.” – Charles Murdock Benedict Brown didn’t think himself capable of admiring anyone more than he did Mr. Charles A. Murdock, chairman of the 1909 San Francisco street
“Flood every river of your mind with only the muckiest of water and you will forever be quenched with the thirst of appeal.” -Salamandre, excerpt from a rejected submission to The Brixie Journal of Jangular Babbles and Jingular Enterprise, Spring Vol. XVII The first night among the shelves, Salamandre couldn’t