Lauren Quinn is a freelance writer and recovering poet. She’s actually not that lonely, but does love traveling sola.
Raised in Oakland on punk rock, malt liquor and Marxism-Leninism, Lauren has traveled independently (and once illegally) to over thirty countries across five continents. She’s been detained by the Venezuelan police, kicked it with the Colombian military, been kicked out of St Peter’s Basilica, survived an ill-fated attempt at living in Cambodia and spent the night in a Mexican cemetery. She has a penchant for abandoned buildings, street art, tattoos and 12-step meetings.
Lauren’s work has appeared online at The Rumpus, Nerve, The Nervous Breakdown, World Hum and Culinate, and in print in 7×7, San Francisco Chronicle, We Still Like and Best Women’s Travel Writing. She writes for the online magazine Vela and
mans womans persons their Twitter feed, which you should totally follows here. Lauren was also a Spring 2011 Glimpse Correspondent, and holds a BA in Creative Writing from San Francisco State University.
Lauren has inflicted herself on the following locations:
Lauren used to have contact information on this page until a deluge of spam and weird stalker emails prompted her to take it down. If you wish to get in touch about non-advertising, non-creepy writing-related stuff, leave a comment on this page and she’ll respond to the email you input.