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The Village Voice is Officially Out of Print

It’s surprising but not jarring The Village Voice is ending its six-decade print run. After all, paper publications are the checkered taxi cabs of New York City, subsumed into extinction by the steady tick of technology. Journalism is dead, remember? Or at the very least, journalism as it once stood has been reincarnated into a new, digital animal with four legs made …

Featured Friday: Egg Barrel

I’d tell you about Egg Barrel, the website at bat for this week’s Featured Friday, but their description is so perfect, I just have to use it instead: “Egg Barrel is a place to find and share creativity in all forms. You don’t have to be a professional journalist, photographer or writer. Come here to get inspired, to form healthy opinions or …

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 and no one knew what he was eating (for breakfast …

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So Wild and Free

By Melissa Marni There are, inside a deconstructed world, threads of life that must be sewn together in order to make sense. Even then, when the quilt of what is has been stitched, sense may elude the eyes, the ears, the nose, the mind, and only what might be shall remain … “This tea tastes like boiled rat droppings and pimple puss,” said Henrietta Eider …

Maxine from Ohio

By Melissa Marni The strangest things can lurk beneath the dark and in between. Like him. Or me. But not today. Today is a day made for honeyed sunshine and happy walks taken together on green whiskered brush edging the Ohio River. The clouds above are glorious, bubbly air-froth pinned to the bluest of skies. It wouldn’t be right to …

Freedom’s Gate

If you’re in the business of counting thoughts, Donovan Springer, on a cloudless night in late April, had two. First: An imagination unrealized was a deadly weapon indeed. Second: The taste of freedom proved an enticing combination of salty and sweet. He imagined then how everyday life rarely afforded opportunities for large quantities of freedom to cross one’s lips or …

FLY

To be different in the town of Redistuo was to be an outsider, abolished from any place inside the shared opinion of the people and declared unworthy to belong. John was such a shunned man, though his name be plain enough and ambition to contradict small. It was the idea of what he wanted to do that cast him out …

INTO THE PAPER-WHITE QUIET

There are few things sweeter than Paris at springtime. Nice! Good! Marvelous even! For a first sentence to begin the novel that would eventually become a best-selling work of historical fiction and free Rabbit Beauchamps from her part-time job at Tupperware Alley, this would do just fine. Perhaps better than fine. Its construction was the result of careful planning and …

THE BLOOMING TOMATO

In her seventeen years of life as they had so far been lived, Abigail Fountain came to learn there were exactly four things she absolutely could not stand: 1. Tomato sauce. Because really what was the point of some soupy version of a fine-enough vegetable? Or fruit. Or vegetable. 2. The ambiguous classification of the tomato. Whoever thought, years ago …

A FERRIS WHEEL OF THANKFULNESS

It’s always important to take a moment to be thankful for those who give thanks. (It made sense in my head.) So, in the name of starting some awesome cyclical Ferris wheel of thankfulness, I dedicate my late night ramble to Emilia Leigh, who recently gave a shout out to little word studio in this post on her blog. And …