Thirty West's founder, poet, and short story writer residing in the Philadelphia suburbs. A graduate of Temple University, he has been published in Temple's Hyphen, Peeking Cat Poetry, Dead Snakes, Black Elephant Literary Journal, Waxing and Waning, and others. His self-published work through Thirty West can be found in the Projects tab. He has endured approx. 2 paper cuts so far. Big on craft beers and biking off the calories.
Ash is a Pennsylvania native and Temple undergrad with a love for anything literary. She is very good at Tetris. Ash is a fiction writer and poet, and has had her works published in zines and literary journals including Mind's Eye and Growth, and books such as Inflection. She also a co-founder of The Essence of… Theatre Company, a non-profit that strives to provide opportunities for all kinds of artists to share their art and create together. In addition to writing and editing, her other various creative endeavors include theater, makeup, cosplay, jewelry making, music, and art. She's quite happy that her career in ghost hunting failed and that she ended up at Thirty West instead.
Chanel Martins is a twenty-something living in the dry and often secluded Central Valley of California where she has lived within the same 30 mile radius of the hospital she was born in for almost the entirety of her short life (minus a short stint on the coast to escape town after high school). She refuses to leave due solely to her passion - addiction? - to Mexican food. With a BA in English from California State University Stanislaus, she teaches high school English Literature in the hopes of inspiring young minds to explore a deeper appreciation for written words in all forms. As a lifelong logophile, it is no surprise that she dabbles in all things reading, writing, reviewing, and editing. A self-proclaimed introvert, she prefers to spend her time alone with a hot - usually caffeinated - beverage, and some sort of creative and inspirational craft. When not escaping into some sort of word adventure, she can also be found walking or biking around town, traveling to any place other than “here”, exploring new environments and restaurants, knitting, crocheting, or singing in ridiculous voices to her dog, who most probably hates her.
B. Dani West is…writing her own biography. This is strange. Who writes about themselves? And when “who” writes about themselves, what are they trying to prove to others by doing so? It’s as if you were constructing a mannequin of yourself for everyone to look at while the actual you, is out doing the things you didn’t tell everyone about. By societal standards, I should tell you where I’ve been published, about what inspires me to write, about the awards I’ve accumulated for doing what I’m insecure with sharing, but that would make me sound like a pompous douchebag…
I like the French, steaming hot coffee, aggressively passionate sex, running in the rain, chunky peanut butter, European accents, breaking the law, chasing twilight in my 1999 Toyota, being in the presence of wolves and these three words: HOLLOW, EMPTY, THUD.
Everything else is irrelevant. Everything else is a mannequin—a daisy-dukes-wearing-pile-of-plastic that some Mexican dude put outside of his auto-shop to attract customers, it’s nutmeg bounty of synthetic hair, chasing a polluted wind.