ON9 Contributers

Rachel Springer is a poet and statistician living in Portland, OR. Her recent work can be found in ILK, Cartridge Lit, Cloud Rodeo, and The Atlas Review. She is the author of two chapbooks, Hive Mind, out with Poor Claudia, and Summer of Tequila, forthcoming from Similar Peaks Press.

Joseph Harms is the author of the novels Baal and Cant. His fiction and poetry have appeared in Boulevard, The Alaskan Quarterly Review, IthacaLit, Out of Our, Poydras Review, Red Ochre Press, Lines+Stars, Bad Idea, SPECS, Mad Hatters’ Review, The American Dissident, Mandala Journal, Niche, Wilderness House Literary Review, The Olive Tree Review and, among others, Poetry Pacific. He is currently smoking a cig, cursing work, and seeking a publisher for his sonnet series Bel.

Olivia Wolfgang-Smith's writing has appeared or is forthcoming in Cobalt Review, CutBank, The Common, Fourth Genre, Necessary Fiction, and elsewhere. Her work has been longlisted for Glimmer Train's Short Story Award for New Writers and DIAGRAM's Innovative Fiction Contest, and nominated for the Pushcart Prize. She earned an MFA in Fiction from Florida State University, and originally hails from Rhode Island. Exchange enthusiasm about history, Hollywood, and outer space at twitter (@OWolfgangSmith) or at wolfgangsmith.squarespace.com.

Michael McLane is an editor for Sugar House Review and saltfront: studies in human habit(at). His work has appeared, or is forthcoming, in numerous journals including: Colorado Review, Laurel Review, Interim, Sidebrow, Western Humanities Review, and The Dark Mountain Project. He lives in Salt Lake City, where he runs the literary programming for the Utah Humanities Council.

Darby Precariat lives in the icy shadow of a freeway overpass in a withering ski town in the Colorado Rockies. He works graveyards as a security guard and suspects he may hold the world record for most consecutive days survived without speaking to another human being. He cites the sound of the before mentioned freeway at 4 a.m., old school Muzac, Noam Chomsky’s chronic hoarseness, and the poetry of Richard Cronshey (even though Richard Cronshey won’t friend him on Facebook- is he even on there?) as important influences. He sees living and writing as two forms of the same ascetic exercise which is learning to carry with style the weight of consciousness in an indiscriminately affectionate universe. He is coming soon to a town near you.

Rebecca Cook writes fiction and poetry and essays and little pieces of things that are sometimes too tiny to see. These she stuffs into a cedar casket her granny gave her. Also in the box is an old baby shoe soft leather, a buckeye, and a card of unused bobby pins. She blogs at godlikepoet.com.

Peter Golub lived his first three years inside a 4 by 4 crib in a communal apartment, where crying simply wasn’t allowed. After beating him with a wooden spoon, they would put these old pilot headphones over his head and blast Mahler’s First Symphony. His mother says she could put on the First Symphony and let it play all day and Peter would sit there rocking back and forth like Dustin Hoffman in Rain Main. To this day, whenever he hears it, he wants to silently cry into his wee little hanky.