Missouri used to be under water.
I mean way back when a shallow piece of ocean, an epeiric sea, flooded the continental interior.
And you know, personally—I spent an important life chapter in Missouri working out some things that can’t be worked out, on the old seafloor, with the sea that isn’t there.
Wishing a big warm welcome to the limestone essay, my one mid-Missouri piece, out now in BRINK’s issue #2, “Trouble.” With thanks to Brink staff for truly top-notch editorial coaching.
