Carolyn Zukowski · editor

Once upon a time, Carolyn moved from Maine to Southern Bohemia, where she met her Canadian husband. They’ve been backpacking through life together ever since. She’s raised a family, owned and managed Krumlov House and earned low-residency MA and MFA degrees in Creative Writing at MMU in the UK. You can find her work in print and online literary magazines.

Kristen McHenry · reader

Kristen McHenry is a poet, blogger and writer living in Seattle, Washington. She is from the land of the cold and choppy waters. In between bouts of writing, she plays vintage Tomb Raider and lifts heavy things. Her work can be found on the internet.

Michelle Taylor Harris · reader, art advisor

After gleefully fleeing to Seattle at the first opportunity to work with Wizards of the Coast, it wasn’t long before Michelle Taylor Harris gained a new appreciation for her home state of Maine and returned to raise a family. Currently a software tester and field hockey league organizer, she reads and sews and dreams of future travels.

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