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James H Duncan is a New York native, a part-time Taoist, and a connoisseur of dirt-cheap wine. Although a graduate of Southern Vermont College, James considers himself a lifelong student of the road, picking up non-credit courses in local dive bars, all-night cafes, and used book stores. While freelance writing and editing fills his days, he spends his nights writing poetry, working on two new novels, and tinkering with various short stories. As a dedicated and emphatic hermit, nothing pleases him more than eating alone in a busy restaurant with a good book, taking that book out to a movie, and afterward, home to see how far he can go with it without feeling guilty the next morning. His poetry has been welcomed by Reed Magazine, Up The Staircase, Plainsongs, Slipstream, The Homestead Review, The Aurorean (as well as their broadsheet, The Unrorean), Poetry Salzburg Review, Thick With Conviction, Ward 6 Review, Peninne Ink, Jones AV., Void Magazine, Dark Party Review, decomP, and The Culture Star Reader, to name a few. When not writing, James is a fan of pub dwelling, wine tastings, collecting books, naps, painting, listening to Tom Waits records on rainy nighttime drives, attempting to nap on airplanes, traversing California's coastline, playing poker and gin, anything involving his iPod, road-tripping, naps, lounging in coffee shops, ghost hunting, eating waffles, cooking, hopping trains, naps, making mix CDs, going to matinees alone, napping at the beach, stand-up comedy, hiking, naps, classic movies, playing darts and pool, sitting in lawn chairs, and naps.