The Writers

The Writers (In no particular order)


(poet and candy fanatic)

Hey. My name’s Ben. Though I occasionally forget which year I am in school, I can ensure you that I am a college student.

My writing interests are some of everything. What ever flows from me in the moment, of whatever I want to flow.

My aspiration for my reading is that one reader may feel something like music in their soul.

My preferred writing utensil: a mechanical pencil or a Sharpie.


(site editor and founder)

Hi. My name is Charles. Or Chuck. Or Charlie.

I write things. What exactly? I think that Prince Hamlet explains it best:

Words, words, words.

My writing utensil of choice? Blood.


(artist, contributor of abstract prose and poetry)

My name is Maddi, and I don’t really like to write about myself. I think that everything that I write is either an introduction or a conclusion, and because of that my poems and stories often strike people as abstract. Maybe this is just a result of my attempts to synthesize everything that I encounter in the world–places, feelings, emotions, melodies, people. Most of what I write is so heavily inspired by what I love in people. One of those people, Aleksander Hemon, once wrote about how the lives of others define our world, and I think that this is a beautiful thought:

All the lives I could live, all the people I will never know, never will be, they are everywhere. That is all that the world is.

And another one from the master of dark satire, Kurt Vonnegut:

Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.

Through my writing, I sometimes try to come to terms with that. I haven’t figured it out yet–I haven’t pulled together all the strands that make up existence, not even close. But maybe I’ll be able to tie a few knots in the mess of things.

My favorite writing utensil? Gotta be the paintbrush.


(contributor of screenplays and short stories, often mathematically themed)

My name is Monica. I write poems, short stories and screenplays. These works draw influence from a number of sources, such as the apocalyptic and WWII resistance themed books that I read in high school and whatever music I happen to be listening to. When I grow up, I want to be a code breaker. I’m not sure if it’s the WWII fascination or the interest in language that drives this aspiration.

Writing utensils? I write with none but the 0.7 mm #2 mechanical pencil.


(playwright, player, writer)

Maria was a playwright before she knew what play-writing was. As a child with a love for the theatre, she began by writing short skits for her cousins and siblings to act out at family functions. In high school, though, she began her writing not as a playwright, but as a poet. With a knack for rhyme scheme and rhythm, poems written as tokens for friends and family eventually became works published in high school and college mosaic magazines. She took a stab at playwriting a year ago, completing her first work, “Unlocked,” a ten-minute play read at Goodman Theatre’s 2013 Latino Festival. She currently is a double major in English Writing and Theatre at Saint Mary’s College in Indiana.

Her favorite writing utensil in the pencil, because it makes life soooooo much easier.


(contributor of prose and life)

Davis is a Writing Seminars major at Johns Hopkins University. Inspired by American authors from Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. and J. D. Salinger to Joshua Ferris and Jonathan Frazen, Davis aspired to write about the most intimate, awkward, powerful, and happenstance moments in daily life that every person experiences but struggles to put into words. His fiction is a collection of his encounters and observations melded and morphed into something that is — to himself and hopefully to the reader — new, affecting, and utterly relatable.

Writing Utensil of choice? Any pen he finds on the ground. Lost pens have more stories to tell.


(experimental poet / novelist)

I’m the Jacqueline. The she who will scarify herself if it means she will have the grandest of days. She tries to bring poetry out of its own internet + book word abyss-labyrinth, where it’s STILL inaccessible with the damn poets bogging it down in their opaque language. She’s here to say, POETS, stop hiding yourself–the search for Bobby Fischer is over. She writes to you [:) hi], the people, for your entertainment. finally. Plus also, she’s not all callous. There’s some loaded bravery apathy in there, too. In the words of the Slim: “If I’m not crazy enough to think it, then I’m not crazy enough to say it.”

Writing utensil? WRITING UTENSIL? What kind of obsoletism are we promoting on a BLOG? [CensorBot: Ugh.] keyboard.


(aspiring, rowdy wordsmiths)



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