Summer 2019

“Birdie doesn’t talk anymore, but Roscoe can still hear her. After fifty years together her voice finds him, escaping through the cracks of her fiberglass box and traveling up those feet of dirt and over the soil horizon to whisper advice and recollections and perturbed admonishments into the white-tufted privacy of his cochlea.” Read More

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