Welcome.
Does It Have Pockets is an online literary magazine with an emphasis on the uncategorizable.
Scifi poetry? Memoir as instruction manual? Fiction as recipe? If you’ve ever thought, “I’m not sure where this piece belongs,” try us!
A note on our name: A question became a metaphor for what we carry into our lives and stories. Around here, pockets aren’t sewn shut for a good silhouette. We welcome your pockets: large, small, messy, empty, and frayed.
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Staff
Camille Griep (Editor in Chief/Publisher) is a writer/editor based in Seattle USA. The author of the novels Letters to Zell and New Charity Blues (47 North, 2015 & 2016, respectively), she also writes short work across genres. Her hobbies include cursing composers from a piano bench and adjusting perfectly serviceable recipes. Cami purchased the DIHP domain a decade ago for the deep love of a pocket metaphor.
Angela Kubinec (Managing Editor) was a Physics major who did her senior thesis in astronomy, and ended up teaching Mathematics until retirement. After swimming her first uninterrupted mile on Tuesday, August 8, 2023, she celebrated swimming 75 miles in 2025. She was feted with cake and intends to procure a small trophy to adorn her desk, which carries six printed reams of her writing that won’t fit into her pocket.
Anne Anthony (Art Director/Senior Editor) grew up with four brothers, envied their so readily available pockets in their clothing, and swore she’d never wear anything which didn’t have space for her folded up, crinkled poems and stories. She believes the more pockets, the richer the writing. A writer, photographer, and general mischief maker, Anne lives in North Carolina amongst deer, rabbits, and coyotes.
Jody padumachitta Goch (Senior Editor) grew up on the Wet Coast of Canada. They now live in the German Black Forest. Jody’s pockets have bits of words, dog and horse treats, and chocolate. The words become poems or stories. The chocolate and animal treats disappear at an alarming rate. Jody believes in pocket realms, those mysterious openings into a writer’s mind.
P.M. Caswell (Junior Editor) does not feel he's been writing long enough to have garnered much of the interesting things that make up an eye-catching bio, but is working on it. Based in Maryland, they've been writing their way through poems, short stories, and drafts of novels in an attempt to contribute to the beautiful world of literature. He also really likes inner-breast pockets, because they can fit pens and a notebook, plus they look really cool.
Vi Dubbs (Junior Editor) has been writing since she was a kid, but despite that she’s still searching for a voice that’s unique to her. After a few years of living in different countries, her writing is always changing and looking to take on different perspectives. Writing continues to be a home between homes for her, along with a good cup of coffee and a curated playlist. Currently on adventures in New York, she hopes to rediscover her passion, voice, and the longing to create a life that is wholly and throughly hers.
Assistants
Clara holds to a single name in the tradition of Avi, Colette, Prince, and Aesop among other iconic heroes of her heart. As a pup, she easily fit into the winter jacket pocket of her housemate, Anne, and spent considerable time playing 'shark in the water' during which she nipped at the ankles of anyone sitting on the sofa and foolish enough to dangle their legs to the floor. She’s especially fond of stories with unexpected twists & tennis balls.
Jaimmie is new to the world of words. She hasn't figured out yet how to herd them into some kind of neat order. She's giving it her best and hopes cocking her head sideways will help. She likes cuddling into Jody's lap and being read to, poetry being her favorite.
Hazel, born in September of 2025, is an Olde English Bulldogge and the newest addition to the DIHP Assistants’ Kennel. She enjoys dried apricots, all manners of sticks, playing fetch, standing like a human in a dog suit, cosplaying as Scrappy Doo, baristas, and parkour.
Alumni/Emeritus
Grant Shimmin (Senior Editor) grew up in divided South Africa, stayed to see the welcome changes, and then moved to New Zealand in 2001. A journalist and opinion editor for the Stuff news organisation, he’s based in Christchurch. Writing a weekly column for 11 years indirectly drew him back towards the cringeworthy poetry of his late teens and early twenties, hopefully with better results. Now he always has to have a pocket (and let’s face it, being a guy that’s less of a problem) for his phone, because it’s in the Notes app that the new poetry chapter started in 2022. There are close to 400 notes in there now, many complete poems, many works in progress, and hopefully space for many more.
In Memoriam
Jessa was a border collie mix, an absolute corker and great friend. She liked it best when her human companion, Jody, read where she could cuddle up and keep an eye out on the snacks. Jessa crossed into the After in March 2024 & is much loved and missed.
Mr. Humphreys, a small dog who resembled a furry peanut when curled on the sofa, enjoyed compulsively entering the kitchen and making frequent demands of his mistress, Angela. Mr. Humphreys crossed into the After in December 2024 after a valiant bout with dementia. We remember & miss him fondly.
Mr. Nash was a floppy, sweet old man who only just tolerated walks. He followed his housemate, Mr. Humphreys, into the After only a few days later, on the penultimate day of 2024. His sweet easiness was cherished by Angela. He is loved and missed.
Hippo (Hippolyta Marie Siefker Griep) was an Olde English Bulldogge who tended to the EIC. Her hobbies included charming baristas with her stylish underbite, sunbathing, guarding the front fence, drinking ice water, and perambulating with her Pa(w). She crossed the rainbow bridge in April 2025 after a brief bout with osteosarcoma. She is missed utterly and completely by her family and wide circle of friends.
Banjo, a cocker spaniel - Jack Russel terrier cross, scampered the many New Zealand hill tracks close to home with aplomb, but his heart’s first love was the beach where he and his best friend Grant enjoyed the water together. Banjo crossed to the After in late April of 2025 at the age of 17, and is loved and missed by friends across the globe.