Kristen Iskandrian

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Kristen Iskandrian lives in Athens, Georgia. Her work has been published in Denver Quarterly, Mississippi Review, Fifty-Two Stories, and many other places. She has a PhD in English from University of Georgia. She contributes to HTMLGiant and blogs at http://kristeniskandrian.bloodspot.com.
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