Gerardo Pacheco is Mayan and a recipient of a Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference Work-Study Scholarship and the Joseph Henry Jackson Award. His poems and essays have appeared and are forthcoming from Black Lawrence Press, Grantmakers in the Arts, San Francisco Foundation, Amistad Howard-University, La Bloga Online Magazine, Poets Responding to SB1070 and The University of Arizona Press. His first full-length collection, This Is Crow Land, is also forthcoming from Jambu Press.
Howie Good’s latest poetry collection is Dark Specks in a Blue Sky from Another New Calligraphy. He is recipient of the 2015 Press Americana Prize for Poetry for his forthcoming collection Dangerous Acts Starring Unstable Elements.
Jack Buck is originally from Michigan, but now lives and teaches English to 8th graders in Denver, Colorado. He is the fiction editor for The Harpoon Review. He thanks you for reading his work.
Jay Sheets studies creative writing at Goddard College and is a former poetry editor for the literary journal, Duende. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Hermeneutic Chaos, Aleola, Sundog Lit, Albion Review, The Light Ekphrastic, Enclave, Entropy, and The Legendary. He is a member of the Academy of American Poets and lives in Brooklyn, New York.
Jayme Russell received her M.A. in Poetry from Ohio University and her MFA in Poetry from The University of Notre Dame. Her work can be found in Black Warrior Review, PANK, Tiny Donkey, Prelude, Tender-Loin, and Columbia Poetry Review.
Jennifer deBie is an MA student currently enrolled at the University College Cork in Cork, Ireland. Her previous publications are few, mostly with the Oasis literary magazine published by Angelo State University, where she earned her undergraduate degree. She also have a publication pending with Sound Historian, an oral history publication produced by Texas State University.
Joseph McDermott grew up in the central coast area of california among the row crops reaching towards the sky with every turn of the earth, afternoon cows masticating the morning graze again, the soft smell of wild lilac and dry oak,