A Bostonian by birth, John Sibley Williams currently lives in Vienna and has traveled throughout Central and Eastern Europe. He has crisscrossed the US many times with only a car and tent, and has survived various animal encounters, including a scorpion bite. John has an MA in Writing, frequently reads his work publicly, and has been published in over thirty magazines, including The Evansville Review, Flint Hills Review, and The Journal. He would rather be in Reykjavik right now.
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