|Arsenic Lobster poetry journal||
Elena is 15 and not super lively but she is trying. She very much enjoys writing and once lived in France. She speaks 3 languages: Spanish, French and English (in the midst of learning Italian). Due to her lack of a life, she cannot write much of a biography…. So it ends here.
Juliet Cook and Robert Cole
Juliet is a grotesque glitter witch medusa hybrid brimming with black, grey, silver and purple explosions. She’s deeply involved with Blood Pudding Press and Thirteen Myna Birds and her own poetry has appeared in oodles of different sources. Her first full-length book, Horrific Confection was published by BlazeVOX; her second is currently being submitted hither and thither. The Swarm Two poem will also appear within Juliet and Robert Cole’s collaborative poetry chapbook, MUTANT NEURON CODEX SWARM, forthcoming from Hyacinth Girl Press in 2014.
Robert is fiction editor for Similar Peaks and his writing has appeared or is forthcoming in Skidrow Penthouse, Menacing Hedge, THIS Literary Magazine, Thirteen Myna Birds, Sein und Werden and elsewhere. His collaborative chapbook with Juliet Cook will be published next year by Hyacinth Girl Press. He currently lives and works in Oklahoma City.
James lives in East Chicago with his depressed Chihuahua, Huysmans. His work has appeared, or is forthcoming in Forklift Ohio, Leveler, E-Ratio, and Columbia Poetry Review, among others. Add him on Facebook. He needs friends.
Glenn R. Frantz
Glenn has been a landmark at the southern tip of Mount Penn since 1908. He is seven stories tall, and there are 87 steps up to his top floor, which houses a Japanese bell. Glenn’s poems have appeared in publications such as Blue & Yellow Dog, gobbet, kill author, Mad Hatter's Review Blog, and Blackbox Manifold. His e-books include The Pocket Reference Library (Red Ceilings Press, 2013) and Abstract Syntax (Anopsony Press, 2012).
Cindy, a native of Brooklyn, New York, is a beleaguered proofreader and the cranky editor of the online poetry journal First Literary Review-East. Her poetry has been published, or is forthcoming, in the New York Quarterly, MonkeyBicycle, and Levure Litteraire. She is on the staff of reviewers for Pedestal Magazine. She’s a decent book reviewer, but an even better blurbist. She is a volunteer reader for The Lighthouse for the Blind. When she’s not doing all that, she can be found drinking white wine and eating lobster.
Kathleen lives in central Illinois, happily editing Escape Into Life. Previously obsessed with the mythological Cassandra, she is currently preoccupied with the life and work of sculptor Camille Claudel, who spent the last thirty years of her life in an asylum. Her chapbook Interior Sculpture: poems in the voice of Camille Claudel is forthcoming this January from dancing girl press.
Sandy Longhorn is a fan of the Chicago Cubs, which means she understands loss and rejection at a primal level, qualities also important to a life of poetry. She writes in a cluttered, cat-friendly spare room and is the author of The Girlhood Book of Prairie Myths (Jacar Press) and Blood Almanac (Anhinga). You can find her at .
Sara’s five-year-old son says she’s a “happy girl and a nice girl,” but he also thinks she’s still a teenager, so. One of the most embarrassing things she did this year was to tell an English 101 class that she likes to believe her awkward personality makes her whimsical. Sometimes she says things without thinking. she’s been writing poems to understand the world since she was a little girl. These poems are a reaction to her full-blooded Cherokee grandfather’s suicide. They represent the purpose of many fantastic stories, to both cover and expose truth. Find her here:
Robert continues to study the bandoneon in condom motels along El Camino Real. He still can’t play a single tango but his hands now move like crabs. His work has appeared in The Bitter Oleander, The Redwood Coast Review, HillTromper and Red Wheelbarrow among other reviews. Twice a Djerassi resident, he is the editor of Swan Scythe Press and President of Poetry Center San José.
Andrew lives in Chicago and writes in a dreamscape full of whatever it is that makes up a dreamscape. He resembles a scarecrow but loves to eat all things great and small. His poems have appeared places. Check out his chapbook, A Shape & Sound, from ELJ Publications,
Amanda Gaye Smith
Mosquito bite scars, I am gathering them– heartily around the ankles. They branch and spiral up my shins, calves, ending somewhere between thigh and pubis. Talking to a friend today I swat those point-kneed and lace-winged future frog dinners. I wander past a pitbull on a dog-run to straddle a rickety dock. I think I see an alligator bubbling, half rising in the distance. I do see a fish like a pike. It seems leopard printed, with a spoonish needle nose. I consider how I came here. Florida, wet flat lands, sand not slate. My work is an attempt to capture travel, down-ward relocation and recollections from Virginia — words and images like red-veined creeper vines, a current carrying me state-to-state.
Meghan is a poet. Maybe. She spends more time fussing with words at her day job, where she edits and writes for a national Italian foods company. Though she is okay with romancing olives and spaghetti, she would rather write about the universe—both small and large. Her poems have appeared in places such as: Chiron Review, Nerve Cowboy, Pear Noir! and scribbled on the backs of receipts. She is anticipating her first chapbook in early 2014, published by Dancing Girl Press.
Artist, poet, instructor, five-year associate editor of the Arsenic Lobster Poetry Journal, twice featured poet at The Shakespeare and Co. Bookstore, in Paris, and she is the first place winner at the Akron Art Museum 2005 New Words Competition. Sample publications include: Glint Literary Journal, Hawaii Pacific Review, Ruminate, Qarrtsiluni and The Yale Journal for Humanities in Medicine. Her one-of-a kind artists books are exhibited internationally including at the Cleveland Museum of Art Ingalls Library. During 2014, she will have a solo art exhibition at the Chicago Balzekas Museum. Don’t be surprised to see her inner artist kicking sandcastles, climbing Mount Diablo, painting Provincetown dunes, or walking under an Ohio crescent moon.