Each issue of Hobo Camp Review is published by one, some, or all of the editors below.
James H Duncan (aka “Groucho”) is the lead editor of Hobo Camp Review. A poet from New York, he has appeared in dozens of magazines including Plainsongs, The Homestead Review, Red Fez, Reed Magazine, Covert Poetics Journal, Poetry Salzburg Review, The Aurorean, Thick With Conviction, Up The Staircase, Slipstream, and 3:AM Magazine. Bird War Press has just released his fourth collection of poems titled “Maybe a Bird Will Sing,” and you can find information on all four of his books at his personal website (link below). He also has two novels under his belt. A self-described hobo, he prefers to stick close to diners, used book stores, dive bars, railroad tracks, public parks, and your couch. He is a graduate of Southern Vermont College and fan of classic noir films. Visit http://www.jhdwriting.com/ for more about his work.
Clyde Elliot (aka “Harpo”) is Hobo Camp's Editor-at-Large, and hails from Salinas, CA. A semi-retired traveling journalist by the age of 28, his travelogues and articles have appeared in newspapers in Burma, Argentina, Siam, Ceylon, Mexico, Wales, Belarus, Corsica, Poland, Jamaica, and Zaire. Oddly enough, none of his works have ever been published within the United States since his time as a beat reporter for his college newspaper in Vermont. A self-described hobo, Clyde has actually eaten beans from a can more times than he can remember and always keeps a translated version of Kerouac or Steinbeck in his rucksack so he can read to the locals. A true fact: his great-great-grandfather invented the modern incarnation of toilet paper. You’re welcome.
Samantha Schroeder (aka “Chico”) is Hobo Camp's associate editor and main submission reader, organizing pretty much everything for James and Clyde because they can hardly put on macthing socks in the morning, much less keep track of submissions. She dabbles in poetry, slaves away at fiction, and currently writes freelance material for a handful of magazines along the eastern seaboard. As a ghostwriter, Samantha has written extensively about the Beat Generation and female poets in the 20th century, but sadly cannot take credit for a single word (the cost of paying the bills). A self-described hobo, she will drink you under the table, but won’t help you up once you get there. Them’s the breaks, tiger. She spent one semester at Harvard, but attended no classes.
We are looking for a Zeppo to round out our staff. Don't call us, we'll call you.
Friday, February 13, 2009
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1 comments:
well, i don't drink, don't even smoke, but i sure can dance, that is if ever i stepped out of hermithood.
so, what's a zeppo?
nadine sellers thanks you for the desert poetry exposure, breathing along. ns
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