Wednesday, November 17, 2010

About Us

Cara Woodruff writes fiction. She loves the rain, beaches and mountains of Vancouver, where she currently lives.


An undergrad teacher by day, and a journalist by night from Dhaka, Bangladesh, Sabrina Ahmad battled traffic, deadlines, high-strung fashion designers, and the frequently poorly-spelled essay. In 2010 without a second thought, she quit both her jobs, packed her bags and followed her heart all the way to North America, and arrived at UBC. The next chapter remains unwritten.


Jordan Abel is a First Nations writer from Vancouver. In his spare time, he enjoys listening to vinyl records and drinking cheap beer. His work can be found in Poetry is Dead, Broken Pencil and Arc Poetry Magazine.

Emily Walker was born in England, and lived on the island of Crete, Greece, before settling in Portland, Oregon. She has spent five of her last six and a half years in Vancouver, BC and intends to stay until her visa runs out, or she tricks someone into marrying her. She's very confused about the definition of "home". She splits her time equally between fiction and nonfiction.


Kari Lund-Teigen writes short stories and has been nominated for a Western Magazine Award for Fiction. She has also written how-to guides, disaster preparedness plans, and software manuals.


Michelle Kaeser writes fiction and stage plays sometimes. She also plays recreational flag football and is the fastest, toughest, most brutal defensive player the sport has ever seen.


Erin Flegg is a figure skating aficionado and a firm believer in Canadian poetry.


Allison Mills is a twentysomething first-year MFA student possessed of a very symmetrical name. She writes stories for young readers, including The Scenic Route, a novel in progress. She has presented at the UBC Graduate Research Conference on Children's Literature and Cultural Texts and has had a play produced with the Brave New Play Rites festival. Also, she thinks writing about yourself in the third person is weird.


Elizabeth Hand is a long-winded Southern writer who ought to be in a rocking chair on a porch, chatting the ears off of unsuspecting passersby about aliens. She came up north eight years ago to escape the competition.


Alexis Pooley was born in a bed, in a house, in the midst of her family's Thanksgiving. She often writes about beds and families. But not usually about families in beds. Because that might be weird.


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