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James H Duncan is a New York native, a part-time Taoist, and the editor of Hobo Camp Review: poetry & prose from the road. 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 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, 3:AM Magazine, Slipstream, The Toronto Quarterly Magazine, The Homestead Review, The Aurorean (as well as their broadsheet, The Unrorean), Poetry Salzburg Review, Red Fez, Thick With Conviction, The Battered Suitcase, Covert Poetics Journal, Zygote In My Coffee, Glass: A Journal Of Poetry, Ward 6 Review, Full Of Crow, Jones AV., Breadcrumb Scabs, Heroin Love Songs, Clockwise Cat, Rural Messengers Press, The Cartier Street Review, Calliope Nerve, Void Magazine, Gutter Eloquence Magazine, Dark Party Review, Motel 58, decomP, and The Culture Star Reader, to name a few. When not writing, James is a fan of pub dwelling, collecting books, naps, chess, 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, ghost hunting, eating waffles, cooking, hopping trains, naps, making mix CDs, going to matinees alone, napping at the beach, stand-up comedy, reading in the tub, hiking, naps, classic movies, meeting stray cats, playing with dogs named Charley, playing darts, sitting in lawn chairs, and naps.