in memoriam EK I would have been here whether you died or not. Fish twist their tails out of the water, the ripples broaden
That’s just where I’ve decided you are. All I know is you’re waiting in an airport as I am, between Arkansas and the Grand
Gemma Cooper-Novack is a writer, writing coach, and arts educator who lived in New York, Chicago, and Pokuase, Ghana before moving to Boston. Her
