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Robert Vogt - Editor

Robert Vogt is an EFL professor as well as a published novelist, short fiction author, and poet.


 Lefty Obradovich - Assistant Editor

Lefty Obradovich is a linguistics professor at a well-renowned university in the western part of the U.S. His favorite pastime is improving his Cantonese by talking about absolutely nothing at all to the proprietors of shops in the Chinese part of town in the city in which he resides.

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