The Editors

Amal El-Mohtar is a Canadian-born child of the Mediterranean, and would have you believe that her longing for fruit in all seasons is in no way the result of her having compromised her virtue with goblin men. She's currently pursuing a PhD in English at the Cornwall campus of the University of Exeter, where, curled up in her tiny flat above a wine bar, she still drinks copious amounts of tea, plays harp, and reads books. She reads lots of books. In fact, it has been suggested by some that her editorial favour might be bribed by gifts of bookshelves. Such rumours are unsubstantiated, and are, of course, likely to be dirty, dirty lies... still, dark shelves are best, preferably with an oak or walnut finish.

Amal's favourite colour is blue. She also keeps an LJ here.
Jessica P. Wick is an irritable lump, often found lurking in the dingy aisles of a chain bookstore (which, much like a chain-gang, can be a painful experience. "Do you sell books here?"), where she earns her bread. When she's not at the bookstore, she's serving time at a local college; when she's not there, she's invariably found squinting at a book. She lives just outside Los Angeles, where, if she climbs high enough, she can enjoy the sunset bouncing off the dome of smog, and has been known to mistake falling snow for seeds. Anybody could have made the mistake. Anybody!

Just slightly relevant: She's enamoured of E.E. Cummings, Pablo Neruda, H.D., Gerard Manley Hopkins, John Donne, Rosanna Warren, Lucille Clifton, Nicholas Christopher and Lisel Mueller. Especially Lisel Mueller. She has given at least five people a copy of Lisel Mueller's Alive Together, and would probably give it to you, too, if she knew you.
Oliver Hunter is shamefully lazy most of the time, but ever so often his fingers crackle and itch and before you know it he has filled sketchbook upon sketchbook with page upon page of curious drawings, which he later aims to show to his future psychiatrist as evidence of how much he actually enjoys being a mad genius. He is also preturnaturally fond of long sentences. Oliver likes books. His room is a refuge for every genus and species of book. They pile up and make bookstands and reading chairs, which is handy. His problem is simply that as soon as he begins reading, he simultaneously feels the urge to draw.

He also fancies tea and toast, eggplant, ukuleles, Anais Nin, Tom Robbins and owls. When he is not drawing, Oliver studies and works and goes happily loopy singing duets with blackbirds. His favourite colours are tactile, audible, edible and fragrant. You can check out his brand new site here.
Dmitri Zagidulin