Roger Mugs - B.S. Endocrinology from Colgate University in Hamilton, NY. M.A. South East Asian Anthropology University of Northern South East Texas at Houston, and a Ph.D. in Edible Food Groups from Florida University Washington D.C. campus. While in New York he helped start the “Bi-Ped’s for Surfers” club which included all races.
Recently he was appointed Poet Laureate of the state of Hawaii where he has lived for the past seven years with his two wives, eight children and four and half Irish Schnauzers. He has been published in three languages on eight continents and written at least two well known jingles for a popular peanut butter brand.
Roger began writing after a life altering experience with a shark and television set where fellow writer rcribay may or may not have saved his life. He is considered an expert in sour candy. To reach Roger write to rogermugs at sieveandsand.com.
RC Ribay – By day, he is your standard misanthrope, living an ascetic life in a dilapidated shack in the foothills of North Carolina. By night, he uses a candle. When he is not ranting interminably to himself about the depraved state of humanity, he spends his free time capturing and training squirrels to perform his favorite off-Broadway plays (The troupe is scheduled to stage “Waiting for Godot,” beginning Fall 2021at the Apollo–which is to be directed by Joshua Grace). RC is self-educated, but holds an Honorary Doctorate in Cereal Box Art from the University of Phoenix. To reach RC Ribay write to rcribay at sieveandsand.com.
Ned - Anarchist, atheist, and truck farmer, Ned Ned, Jr. is the titular Vonnegut Professor of Humanities and Humanism at Columbia University and divides his time sporadically among Guadalajara, San Francisco, Washington Heights, Denver, and Shawnee, Oklahoma. To reach Ned write to ned at sieveandsand.com.
joshuagrace - The circumstances surrounding the birth of joshuagrace were complicated. While his birth parents were on a culture and botany trip to see the cherry blossoms in Japan in 1928, his pregnant mother was mistakingly and mysteriously involuntarily committed to a psychiatric hospital while his father mysteriously disappeared. The child, born literally in a mental hospital was smuggled out in the laundry by a compassionate cleaning lady, who is rumored to be a mistress of Showa period haiku master Kyoshi Takahama, a disciple of Masaoka Shiki (also Japanese Baseball hall of fame catcher).
The young boy, also called Noboru in honor of his adopted father’s master, studied the harmonies of baseball and poetry from a young age hidden from the rest of Imperial Japan, only to later in life secretly train with masters in drumming the ancient temple drumming music Gakaku, and was an innovator in what became known later as modern taiko drumming. The shame of his adopted father for rearing the gaijin boy in the sacred arts of poetry, baseball, and drumming caused him to be virtually unknown by his contemporaries. He began traveling in search of anything remotely comparing to the Sakura, and adopted the moniker joshuagrace for his travels in the West. To reach Joshuagrace write to joshua at sieveandsand.com
Julio Chapluzki – Born during the famous Siberian snow storm of ’81. At the hour of his birth, a shaman on a completely different continent prophesied that the time had come for the advent of the prophesied poet, who would bring peace and beauty through the power of his poesy. Soon, Julio left his father’s native Russia with the purpose of visiting his mother’s homeland, where he studied under the famous Chilean poet, Julio de Montreal, after whom he was named. Julio received inspiration from his frequent hikes through the Andes, an inspiration that has continued only within his memory until this day, due to his exile from Chile in 1988.
In recognition of his poetic achievement, Julio holds an honorary degree from the DeVry Institute, where he also teaches poetic theory. In his spare time, Julio enjoys singing opera to the birds in his backyard, hating country music, and dressing like Theodore Roosevelt. He currently lives in Austria, with his trained troop of killer kangaroos. To reach Julio Chapluzki write to julio at sieveandsand.com
Tim - Tim was born the only child of a wealthy, loving couple. his pleasant childhood ended abrubtly when he watched his parents die during a mugging at gunpoint, giving him his parent’s vast empire, a hatred for crime, and for some reason an obsession with bats. rising from such horrible cicumstances, tim has suprassed his parents’ success in business, but history will ultimately remember him best for his notable hobby: his intolerance for injustice has led him to invest money, time, ingenuity, a cave on his estate, and (he alleges) his own personal safety towards creating an alter ego to protect the well-being of the residents of the nearby city. while he really is starting to get old, he assures that that will have no bearing on his success, and promises that he will finally don the gear with gizmos and start actually ridding the city of evil soon. “real soon,” in fact, but explains that “this week’s gonna be pretty crazy, though, so… To reach Tim write to tim at sieveandsand.com
Freakynewchild - Freakynewchild is the visionary vagabond poet and acclaimed critic behind several literary movements: oblivionism, madsadnism, and pre and post crapulousism.
Best known and appreciated in the underground world, city gutters, and isolated shacks, Freakynewchild ,simply know as “The Child”, is said to have been born during a summer solstice under the foothills of the Himalayas. To this day, the exact identity or even the gender of the Child remains unknown, and when asked, the child replied through the telegraph saying “personal pronoun is to some a sickness where being human is not enough. But if you cannot conquer this sickness, refer to me as “it” “. The eloquence, the passion for humanity and the genial eccentricity of its work have revitalized modern poetry and brought art to a new wild and glorious age. Due to the fierce desire for privacy, and the mystery surrounding it, many a tale has seen the day, notably the tale that chupacabra is one its favorite pet, or/and that it entertains a licentious relationship with both Dracula and Snow White. Although The Child has neither acknowledged nor refuted any of the tales, it is widely accepted that it is the unseen hand behind the genius invention of chocopies, and the notorious phrase “Don’t knock down the dead, the doll and the dull “. To reach freakynewchild write to freaky at sieveandsand.com
Tucker Collins - Born in a small village in a parallel universe, Tucker Collins was raised from infant hood by a bard, as birth parents disappeared after the child was born. At the end of the bard’s life, his power was transferred into the very young apprentice. Shortly there after, a band of gypsies with a ship that could pass through these different parallel universes raided the town and took the child. He was raised by them and grew up with the other 5 children until he was 14 and a young woman became a sixth. At the age of 13 the powers of the bard were released into his body and mind and soul and now he writes poetry for The Sieve and the Sand, a not so secret organization of bards. To reach Tucker Collins write to tucker at sieveandsand.com
David X. Hugo – The late David X. Hugo was an award winning poet/philosopher who lived in Richmond, Pennsylvania during the 19th century. Newer work of his has been filtered onto the internet through various means, in a mostly unexplained fashion. Some say that his unkempt work ethic has kept his spirit on this earth possessing writers across the world to publish works under his name, through their bodies. Others say that David X. Hugo was an alien whose race can live for thousands of years, and in order to maintain his secrecy he faked his own death at 83, yet can’t contain his need for expression so continualy posts poetry from wherever he is hiding. Not only is little known about Hugo’s process of publishing poetry centuries after his own dimise, even less is known about the his factual life during the time in which he lived it. Hugo was an eccentric recluse who was rarely seen outside of his gigantic estate just outside of Richmond, and rarely contacted anyone outside of his publisher. Since most of his life is based upon speculation, composing a proper biography is difficult, nay, impossible. Though he may not live on this world, this universe, or this time, he still lives through his words, and nothing you do can ever take that away from him.
Saxquatch – The Saxquatch is a writer, wanderer, and philosopher who can often be found floating around the western parts of Vancouver. Subtle yet motivated, he works constantly to bring projects to fruition that he never really starts in the first place. With a penchant for using the wrong knives to cut the wrong things just because they ‘look cooler than the regular ones’ and an over-abundance of mental clarity, he is most often encountered in the kitchen, either raiding refrigerators or setting things on fire – whichever allows more time to be spent knitting. Lucky numbers 6, 11, 14, 24, 26, 84 and 99.
BeigHartman – After a brief stint with a traveling troupe of gypsies known as “The Lollygaggers” across many regions of Russia and Greenland, BeigHartman thought it best to obtain a formal education. His studies at Tulane last three months before tree nymphs obligated him to pursue other aspirations in the Wyoming wilderness. Armed with a dreidel and taxidermy of his pet hamster, BeigHartman taught himself to read and write. Through careful study of geysers, he conceived what is commonly known as “The Harlem Shake” and “Crip Walk”. Shortly thereafter, BeigHartman exiled himself to Columbia, but due to extended litigations with international customs, left upon discovering that Columbia coffee has multifaceted usages. Some scholars as well as many prestigious quantum physicists have posited that BeigHartman lives to write, but this is blatantly false. In fact, the only reason he writes is because he procrastinates far too much to do anything else.



May 15, 2008 at 8:49 pm
i would just like to say (as this is now our most popular page) that ya’ll are brilliant and it is a pleasure to write with such a group of people who come from such a diverse background.
May 21, 2008 at 2:25 pm
some great lines here… don’t hate editors. become your own
May 21, 2008 at 3:42 pm
annieepoetry… i dont know what that means… it sounds cool tho… any you explain yourself?
May 23, 2008 at 9:21 am
great poems roger mugs. i like your lines…. annieepoetry is meaningless. its just the name I use on my old blog and now when I make a comment it is a manifestation of me.
some of the other poets were talking about editors… so I say become your own for each other and yourself. thats all -some little thought poop.
http://annieburie.wordpress.com/
May 24, 2008 at 9:35 pm
oh. now i c.
well thanks for the thought poop. we can always use a little more excrement around here (my fellow authors are sadly lacking.)
editor shmeditor. the problem is. editing your work takes work. see the dilemma? if ever we were published (by someone other than ourselves) we might look into that.
May 29, 2008 at 8:57 pm
hmm . . . as most of this sounds a little shady, though definitely amusing, i must ask anyway. rogermugs, if you actually did attend colgate, how was it? (since i am considering applying there)
May 30, 2008 at 8:50 am
i’ll have to refer you to my latest offering:
http://sieveandsand.wordpress.com/2008/05/30/on-attending-colgate-university-a-mediocre-poem/
inspired by your question… but i’ll admit upfront… it would have been better had there been more inspiration…
June 3, 2008 at 10:21 pm
You all sound slightly annoying, I’ll give you that.
June 4, 2008 at 9:01 am
you know, for some time now I’ve been trying to find exactly what it is that brought us together…
i think you hit the nail on the head…
June 11, 2008 at 4:44 pm
in reference to the sleepytypewriter’s question, Colgate is a lovely university if you fall into one of two categories- naive and erstwhile student looking for the next best thing to an Ivy League education, or collar popping prepster slacker with overly developed intelligence allowing for overindulgence in drunken debauchery and the drug use necessary to survive the frosty winters and equally stale toothpaste references. i attended colgate and enjoyed myself immensely but you certainly will find alot of absurdly small minded folk there.
June 11, 2008 at 10:30 pm
Well now you’re just scaring the hell out of me. I could go to any Ivy league I wanted to, but I was looking for something small, preferably up around the northeast. Ohio, Pennsylvania, New York, that sort of thing. If you’ve got advice, spill please.
June 12, 2008 at 7:37 am
you know… in creating this page, i must admit I did not expect it to take the turn of being useful for college enrollment decisions.
but that was just me. perhaps others had such expectations.
June 17, 2008 at 3:40 pm
Hey Roger, could you please check your email
June 17, 2008 at 4:14 pm
university of Pennsylvania
*ivy league
*Pennsylvania
June 17, 2008 at 8:32 pm
Hey tuck – i did… but have nothing from you… are you sending it to rogermuger at gmail dot com
June 17, 2008 at 8:33 pm
haha… i mean rogermugs at gmail dot com (using a friends computer… not quite used to his keyboard… or at least i’ll blame it on that)
June 18, 2008 at 4:37 am
I definitely did because I used the sieve book 2 email and replied to it. and then I sent two other emails, one of which is my vote for the sieve book 2
June 18, 2008 at 9:04 pm
Please please please please please please post my profile now that you have it.
June 19, 2008 at 6:15 am
patience my young padawan.
in due time… in due time.
June 19, 2008 at 3:03 pm
tucker, i would argue that we’re pretty close to a secret society, since nobody has actually heard of us.
June 19, 2008 at 5:40 pm
true that, true that. (sigh)
December 21, 2008 at 9:09 am
So when’s it my turn?
December 21, 2008 at 2:33 pm
I wish that I’d known that we had a whole conversational commentary going on here. Oh the unplumbed depths of the sieve and the sand! How infinite is our abysmal site!
December 21, 2008 at 6:14 pm
abysmal to you… brilliant to me.
December 22, 2008 at 10:40 am
abysmal in the never ending abyss sort of way, in the onion-like layered sort of way. I agree with you about the brilliant part also, as I love our little site (yes I said it, the “L” word!).
February 10, 2009 at 8:09 pm
When does saxquatch get one?
Conversely, we’ve been writing alot of good poetry lately fellas (just kidding on the conversely part that was like a literary joke lol). No but seriously good poetry all around *claps*.
February 11, 2009 at 5:23 pm
ditto that hugo.
now that you mention it… saxquatch sent me stuff and i never got around to it… my bad… i’ll try to get that up today
February 12, 2009 at 1:28 pm
Now it looks like I’m official and everything.
That frightens the hell out of me.
But alas, I think I’ll survive.
And I’d also like to third Mr Billiams’ statement. Or rather Mr. Hugo’s.
I always get my Daves mixed up.
February 14, 2009 at 7:49 am
it happens to the best of us.