Rebecca Cook writes and lives with her husband, two sons, two cats, and too many books in Chattanooga, TN. She is a teacher of Composition and Humanities at the University of Tennessee at Chattanooga and she loves referring to herself in the third person. She is an avid Star Trek fan (Original, SNG, Voyager) and loves cream filling, dried leaves, powerpoles (because of the faces), textures, A Wrinkle in Time, coffee, bagels, blueberries, and Winesap apples.
When she was eleven she became self-aware and began to write, knowing all along that she was destined for greatness, that someday she would be famous and dead and someone somewhere would be reading through her “papers.” She still believes this—it’s what makes writing bearable when it seems so full of dark even though it’s so full of light. It’s what she knows, what she is. Words in her head fill up almost the whole world. And a dream. The dream fills up the rest. She will not talk about love in this bio because it is too large; it covers everything—rock, paper, mistakes, scissors, despair. It is the universe—we are the stones.
I was so many tiny pieces of me. Now I am larger pieces swimming closer and closer together. Thanks, Dale.
Rebecca writes poetry and prose. Published work has appeared in many journals including Northwest Review, Spoon River Poetry Review, The Baltimore Review, Longshot, Plainsongs, America, Southern Humanities Review, Octavo, and Wicked Alice. New work is forthcoming from The Adirondack Review, The New Orleans Review, Carve, Exquisite Corpse, Poems Niederngasse, and others. Her work was nominated for the Pushcart Prize in 2002 and 2003. Visit her website, rebecca’s box, or email her. She loves attention.
