______________________________________________ Jacob Griffin Hall was born in Atlanta, Georgia. He studied English and Psychology at the University of Georgia and currently lives in Bowling Green, Ohio, where he is pursuing an MFA in Creative Writing.
______________________________________________ Ronald Lawrence Dzerigian resides in small farming community just outside Fresno, California, with his wife and two daughters. He received the C.G. Hanzlicek Fellowship while working on his MFA at California State University Fresno and has been a two-time recipient of the Academy of
______________________________________________ Ronald Lawrence Dzerigian resides in small farming community just outside Fresno, California, with his wife and two daughters. He received the C.G. Hanzlicek Fellowship while working on his MFA at California State University Fresno and has been a two-time recipient of the Academy of
______________________________________________ Theodore Zachary Cotler’s most recent books are Supplice and Ghost at the Loom. His awards include the Colorado Prize and the Ruth Lilly Fellowship. He’s a founding editor of The Winter Anthology at www.winteranthology.com. Cotler will direct Shipwreck on a Hillside, a feature-length drama
______________________________________________ Kara Kai Wang is a second year poetry candidate at University of Oregon.
______________________________________________ Tim McLafferty lives in NYC and works as a drummer. His poems have appeared in Barrow Street, Painted Bride Quarterly, Pearl, Portland Review and elsewhere. He is the poetry editor at Forge Journal. timmclafferty.com
______________________________________________ Kenzie Allen is a Zell Postgraduate Fellow at the Helen Zell Writers’ Program at the University of Michigan, and is a descendant of the Oneida Tribe of Indians of Wisconsin. Her work has appeared in Sonora Review, The Iowa Review, Drunken Boat, Apogee, SOFTBLOW,
I. A drop of rain reminds me The world was once an ocean A blue blanket folded around us The crests of wool were waves We were close, and warm Panthalassa kept us afloat Until the great ocean dried We circled the whirlpool on rafts
when you blow on the bulb, the false dandelion is a wonder —the white seeds, the teeth, don’t budge from the flower head. cat’s ear. hawkbits. or beards. the wish you think you want runs with milky sap through the stem down your hand,
-for Patrick Parnell, d. 2011 Speaking of hemispheres, in his they found a hidden notch in the inoperable spot under hair, skin, and scalp, the folds and fluid of grey matters, in the deep, “a spurious malignant neoplasm.” Ten months of furious