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Volume 2.6—December 2007PoetryGwendolyn Cash | bio
Tess. Lotta | bio Corey Mesler | bio Emily Rapp | bio FictionC.L. Bledsoe | bio The coals were graying, but Bill poked at them anyway. He caught himself doing it and tensed to hear her criticism. It didn’t come. He glanced at her. She was distracted, watching the sky. Lisa Meaux | bio The dinosaurs died. Mountains bulged and seaways closed. The Mississippi River clutched a fistful of brimming earth and carved through the newborn continent to an ancient bay on the Gulf of Mexico. Only the fine-grained sand, silt, and clay remained when the Mississippi opened its fingers and spread out Louisiana. |
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