fifth issue :: November 2004
Wayne Sullins
Wayne Sullins is a 45 year old photographer/writer born in Houston, Texas. At twenty-one he escaped to Europe for three months before settling in Manhattan. He has since traveled to many lands, including Israel, India and Japan. His poems have appeared in the Quarterly, Poetry East, Compost, Quick Fiction, and other journals. He currently lives in Boston, Massachusetts.
Dorothee Lang
Dorothee Lang works as an undercover agent for overdue intermediate transmissions, has web dreams on a weekly basis and believes in non-coincidence and cotangents. Her work has appeared in The Sunday Herald, Pindeldyboz, Drunken Boat, The Mississippi Review, Word Riot, Get Underground and Cafe Irreal, among others. She edits the travel magazine subside.zine, lives in Germany, and for some yet undiscovered reasons only gets published abroad.
Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
Luis was born in 1967 in Cuernavaca, Morelos (Mexico). He has lived in Los Angeles County since 1975 and works in the mental health field in LA. His first book of poetry, Raw Materials, was published in 2004 by Pygmy Forest Press. His broadside In the House of the Butterflies was published by New American Imagist. Some of his poetry and artwork is featured in The Hold, Remark Poetry, and Thunder Sandwich.
Jerry Vilhotti
Jerry graduated from the only college that won the NIT and NCCA basketball tournaments in the same year but more importantly than that—Jonas Salk who helped rid some of the world of polio with his vaccine was also given the opportunity to contribute to Mankind and graduated from the same NYC school that's called in some circles: "The poor man's Harvard". This and the fact that there was a place of higher learning that indeed gave every race, nationality and creed an opportunity to play in the game of sculpting a better world gives him great joy.
To use an analogy: Jerry was a pretty good ballplayer in his day: he could hit singles, doubles and triples and sometimes home runs! He hit balls for fly outs or ground outs and sometimes he even struck out! That's how he feels like a writer—no more no less.
He has been fortunate to have had stories published in the USA, Greece, India, Scotland, Ireland, England , Canada and Singapore; many of which were literary magazines. He lives among the Litchfield Hills with the ghosts of Mark Twain in the east, Harriet Beecher Stowe on the west and John Brown to the north. Vilhotti lives in a simpler place in time, with a beautiful wife who treats him well and waits for him to return from his imaginary meandering and they both helped--he swears to God!--in bringing three sort of nice kids into this world of whom he is very proud and hopes they find a loved one as good and tender as the one he found long ago and far away—just like the song!
Andy Adams
We have no information on Andy other than that he is probably alive and living somewhere in the great flat state of Ohio. Google has no information on him and Yahoo isn't much help either. He does have a website but there is nothing there that could give us a clue. We've hired detectives but they haven't reported back to us yet. There is a good chance they are spending our money on showgirls and expensive whiskey. Ball of Confusion, baby. Ball of Confusion.