Feather Rousing

<p><span style=color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>In this hybridiary of historical fiction and personal memoir we peer inside baby incubators at Coney Island waiting for childhood to take wing. We overhear the dying dreams of the Imperial Romanov family and we fret the simple act of watching a child walk to class. Hope is a bright and constant thread: a tornado cuts a tender swath; a lady bides time inside a tiger's claws; teenagers preen on screens during pandemic lockdown. Rescues are fumbled but perpetually launched-and love is a gift the way the sun is a gift: constant and consoling but also blinding near-obliterating. Tragic funny and surreal FEATHER ROUSING nests in the spaces between caretaking and grief secret and spectacle recollection and imagination global anguish and private joy.</span></p>