Arsenic Lobster poetry journal
Christopher can ride a unicycle and juggle at the same time. He thinks that this is sexy. In his free time, he's a student in the MFA program at Indiana University where he also co-hosts The Poets Weave on the NPR station WFIU. His poetry, forthcoming in Poet Lore, Faultline: Journal of Art and Literature, and CutThroat, has appeared recently in Harpur Palate, The Cincinnati Review, Permafrost, and other places. His poetry has not been published in Sexy Juggling Unicyclers Poetry Monthly – mostly because such a magazine does not exist. Yet.
Bruce was never born and thus will never die. Many of his closest friends are concerned that he doesn’t even exist. His image does not appear in mirrors but the government makes him pay taxes: go figure. He has two forthcoming books of poetry, Disloyal Yo-Yo, winner of the 2007 Orphic Prize & Swerve.
If Christina were a color, she'd be a sea-green blue that brightens at night, not noon, knowing how to let light in through the back door. But being only poet and translator of French poetry, she lives in a grove of old New Hampshire pines and earned her MFA at Vermont College. Her poems have appeared in journals such as Sojourn, Poemeleon, and Lunarosity, and she has translations forthcoming in Prairie Schooner.
Janie is an aspiring poet laureate from Toronto, Canada. Most of her poems feature tea. They make regular appearances in blog form at www.jazzlaw.blogspot.com, and will be available as a picture-book called the art of menagerie in September 2008. Janie thought it was redundant to use the word 'lobster' in a poem for a lobster-entitled magazine, but it turned out it was unavoidable.
Michael’s poems have appeared or are forthcoming in publications such as Colorado Review, Court Green, Denver Quarterly, Harpur Palate, and Third Coast. He works in book production at Simon & Schuster and holds an M.F.A. from Bennington College. Michael frequents famed Upper-East-Side café, M.Rohr’s, where he sits by the fish tank, reads Dietrich Bonhoeffer, and eavesdrops on a certain regular, known to request ebulliently of any willing customers if they might be able to spare a kidney.
Lois P. Jones
Lois believes in all manner of flying and can claim skydiving and hot air ballooning as her introduction to highfalutin. When she isn’t dreaming of dirigibles, she makes herself useful as co-founder of Word Walker Press, a co-host of Moonday’s monthly poetry reading in Pacific Palisades, California and as guest host on Pacifica Radio's Poet’s Cafe. She is the Associate Poetry Editor of Kyoto Journal.
Travis is a bacon infused Micron pen (08 or 05). Within this instrument you will find more than a person with energy at a pace-rate, you will find a self proclaimed "Jack-of-all-Trades," who recognizes himself as a dirty purist, and thinkers scribbler. Born where the water is still, he was learned next to a river and resides at the base of a mountain.
Mercedes moved to Seattle over 30 years ago when it was cheap, authentic and you could hike in the mountains without encountering hordes of people. Clearly she is a bit of a curmudgeon. Originally from Pittsburgh, she loves to garden, is a sports fan, and will likely never be able to retire.
Linda is the ultimate city girl / woman born in & lives in New York City, who doesn't relate well to authority figures. Her 13th collection, Something is Burning in Brooklyn, will be out this spring. Both Living in Dangerous Times & City Woman, were Small press Picks ; recent poems have been published in / accepted by, The New York Quarterly, Home Planet News, Big City Lit, an essay in Small Press Review, A Funky Blues Riff--on Hayden Carruth, and reviews she's written are in Chiron Review, Small Press Review, and Home Planet News.
Kristine Ong Muslim
Kristine is currently based in Cebu City, Philippines, where she spends most of her income on books, coffee, and horror DVDs.
Susan writes about dismemberment, existentialist funerary images, peyote dreams, and the absence of color. Her hobbies include hunting for geoduck clams and whittling gravestones from bars of Ivory soap. She can peel an orange with her feet. She once owned a black beret. Susan is currently writing her own eulogy, a fragmented narrative constructed entirely in iambic pentameter.
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Lindsay Marianna Walker
Lindsay is not sure how she ended up in southern Mississippi, but she loves her azalea bushes and has established a tenuous truce with the Carpenter bees who live on her stoop. When the bees get aggressive she runs inside and edits poetry for the literary journal Juked. Her manuscript, The Josephine Letters, in which these poems appear, is currently a semi-finalist for the 2009 Walt Whitman Award and her cat, Napoleon, couldn’t be prouder. Lindsay also publishes fiction and drama. Her play, 16 Dead Bodies Duct-Taped to a Merry-Go-Round, will be performed this spring around the time the azaleas start wilting and the bees begin to spawn.
Naomi is a painter living in the Rocky Mountains. She recklessly lives her life around the belief that there is a divine plan that she has no control over, and thinks it's pretty fun- like an amusement park ride. She hopes to one day become a real artist. But until then, she spends her time drawing naked ladies, making crafts out of jellybeans/paper-mache/whatnot with her darling kids, watching MTV with her handsome husband, and participating in ghetto art shows in Denver. She can be contacted at email@example.com.